Chapter 308 Her boldness
“Let’s just do it this way. I want to try it.”
After saying that, her cheeks were burning bright red.
They rarely did it without a condom.
She was mortified by her own boldness.
Stephan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as if a ball of fire were about to burst from within him, the heat overwhelming.
His voice was low and hoarse, though he was still holding back. “No, what if you get pregnant?”
Alana said, her face flushed, “I’d take birth control pills.”
“Birth control pills are bad for your health.”
Alana bit her lip. “Then... then I won’t take them. If I get pregnant, so be it.”
Actually, these were her safe days.
But even during the safe period, there was still a chance a woman could get pregnant.
So, she wasn’t sure.
“No, we haven’t gotten married or registered yet. I can’t let you get pregnant before we’re married.”
Besides, if a man gets a woman pregnant before marriage, it doesn’t really affect him, but it has a huge impact on her. People might gossip about her. And he knew she didn’t like that kind of attention.
Alana hadn’t expected that, even in a situation like this, he was still thinking of her; she was deeply moved.
“Well... just be careful at the end... no... that’s all...”
Stephan clenched his teeth. He had actually intended to let her off the hook, but she was still trying so hard to persuade him.
He had never been able to resist her anyway.
Alana deliberately wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and kissed his prominent, sensual Adam’s apple. “Hurry up...I need you inside me...”
Her soft voice, mingled with her warm, gentle breath, teased and seduced him.
Stephan’s Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed; all his self-control crumbled under her seduction.
“Alright, I’ll be careful...” The words left him in a rough exhale.
His large hands tightened on her slender waist, then moved with sudden urgency.
He stripped the last of her clothing away, the thin hospital-room air cool against her newly bare skin.
Alana’s cheeks burned hotter. She turned her face slightly into the pillow, as if the sight of her own nakedness under the fluorescent lights was too much, yet her arms stayed locked around his neck, refusing to let him pull away.
Stephan’s mouth returned to hers, the kiss no longer restrained. It was deep, open, claiming.
His tongue slid against hers, tasting her sweet nectar. One hand cradled the back of her head; the other swept down the curve of her side, over the soft swell of her hip, then inward to the heat between her thighs.
When his fingers found her already slick, a soft, startled sound escaped her throat and her hips lifted instinctively toward his touch.
He stroked her slowly at first, two fingers circling the sensitive peak before dipping lower, parting her, sliding inside just enough to feel the tight flutter of her body.
Alana’s breath hitched. A longer moan followed, quiet but clear in the locked room.
Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt. He had not yet undressed fully; the contrast of his still-clothed body against her bare skin made the moment feel even more urgent, more forbidden.
Stephan broke the kiss only long enough to strip his own clothes away with efficient, almost violent movements.
The moment his bare chest met hers,
Alana trembled and arched into him. The heat of his skin was overwhelming after the cool hospital air.
He settled between her thighs, the hard length of him resting heavily against her entrance. For a second, he only rocked there, coating himself in her wetness, watching her face.
Her lashes fluttered. The flush on her cheeks had spread down her neck to the upper curves of her breasts.
She looked both delicate and completely undone, eyes glassy, lips parted, the earlier boldness still lingering in the way her legs slowly opened wider for him.
“Alana.” His voice was barely more than a growl. “Look at me.”
She forced her gaze up. The moment their eyes met he pushed forward.
The slow inch stretched her open without the usual barrier of latex.
The sensation was sharper, hotter, more intimate. A broken moan tore from her throat.
“Ahh...nnhgh...ohhh...” Her nails scraped lightly down his back.
Stephan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to go slow, giving her body time to adjust to the raw heat of him.
He sank deeper, then deeper still, until he was buried to the hilt and the two of them were fully joined, skin to skin, nothing between them.
They stayed like that for several heartbeats, breathing hard. Alana’s inner walls fluttered around him in small, involuntary pulses. Soft, embarrassed little sounds kept escaping her as if the sheer intensity of feeling him bare inside her was almost too much to bear.
Stephan lowered his forehead to hers.
“Still all right?” He asked, voice strained with the effort of holding still.
She nodded once, small and quick, then wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist. The silent invitation was enough. He began to move.
The first few thrusts were careful, measured, the wet sound of their joining almost too loud in the quiet room.
Each slow withdrawal dragged against every sensitive place inside her; each deep return filled her completely.
“Ahh... mmmnh... ohhh...” She moaned loudly, had absolutely gone past the point of caring if someone could hear her.
Her hands slid up into his hair, holding on as the rhythm gradually strengthened.
Stephan’s control frayed faster than usual. The knowledge that there was nothing between them, that he could feel every ripple and clench of her body directly against his own skin, drove him.
He angled his hips, lifting one of her thighs higher against his side so he could drive deeper.
The new pressure made her cry out more clearly... the word slipping free before she could stop it.
He kissed the sound from her mouth, then trailed his lips down the line of her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“You’re so warm,” He murmured against her skin. “So tight... fuck, Alana...”
The rough words made her cheeks burn brighter. She turned her face into the curve of his neck, muffling the next moan, but he gently guided her chin back so he could watch her.
Every soft moan that left her lips seemed to urge him on.
The hospital bed creaked beneath them. Somewhere down the corridor a distant trolley rattled past, but the locked door kept the outside world firmly away.
Stephan shifted his weight onto one forearm and slid his free hand between their bodies. His thumb found the swollen peak above where they were joined and circled it in time with his thrusts.
Alana’s reaction was immediate. Her back arched.
“Stephan...No...yes...I...too much...Mmph... Ahh...” Her inner walls tightened around him in a sudden, rhythmic pulse.
He groaned low in his throat and thrust harder, chasing the way her body fluttered.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Let me feel you.”
She could no longer hold the sounds back. Soft, broken moans filled the room with every deep stroke... growing higher as the tension coiled tighter low in her belly.
Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, at the hard muscles of his back. The earlier conversation about pregnancy, about carefulness, seemed to hover at the edge of both their minds, yet neither could slow down.
The need that had started in the corridor, raw, emotional, desperate for closeness... had become something fiercer.
Stephan’s pace turned more urgent. The wet slap of skin against skin mixed with the creak of the bed and Alana’s rising voice.
He drove into her with focused intensity, each thrust angled to drag against the place that made her tremble. Her legs locked tighter around him. One heel pressed into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
“Stephan... ahh... I’m...” The rest of the sentence dissolved into a long, shaking moan as the first waves of her climax crashed over her.
Her body arched hard beneath him, inner muscles clamping down in tight, pulsing waves that milked him ruthlessly.
The rhythmic clench nearly undid him.
Stephan gritted his teeth, forced himself to keep moving through her orgasm, drawing every last tremor from her body.
Only when the strongest pulses began to ease did he slow, still buried deep, still hard and throbbing inside her.
Alana’s breathing was ragged. Soft aftershocks still fluttered around him. Her eyes were wet again, but this time the tears were different, release rather than sorrow.
She reached up and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing the sharp line of his cheekbones.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please... I need you.”
The quiet plea shattered the last of his restraint. Stephan captured her mouth in a deep, open kiss and began to move again, harder now, chasing his own release while the aftershocks of hers still rippled through her.
The bedframe protested more loudly. Alana’s moans rose once more, overlapping his low, guttural sounds.
He could feel the edge approaching fast. The raw heat of her, the way she clung to him, all of it combined into something almost unbearable.
At the last possible second, he remembered his promise. With a harsh groan he pulled free, fisting himself once, twice, and spilling across the soft plane of her lower belly in long, hot pulses.
Alana watched him through half-lidded eyes, chest still rising and falling rapidly. When the last tremor left him, he collapsed carefully over her, bracing most of his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. Their skin was slick with sweat. The air in the small room felt thick and warm.
For a long moment neither spoke. Stephan pressed soft, lingering kisses to her forehead, her closed eyelids, the corner of her mouth. Alana’s arms stayed loosely around his neck. Soft, contented little sounds still left her lips whenever he shifted against her.
Eventually he reached for the box of tissues on the bedside cabinet and cleaned them both with careful, almost reverent strokes. Then he gathered her against his chest, drawing the thin hospital blanket over their tangled bodies. Alana rested her cheek over his heartbeat, listening to the gradual slowing of his pulse.