Epilogue #3
Her back hits the mattress, and my body follows. Her layers of bedding rise inches around us. Her moans seer into my skin. My cock, deliberating at half-staff, is fully hard, ready to explode.
“Shit.”
I groan against her mouth, suddenly breaking it off. Breaking away from her to stand at the edge of the bed. My hand rifles through my hair in frustration. She rises to her elbows, looking sexy as hell with her hair messy and her lips swollen.
“What’s wrong?”
“No condoms.”
My mind races to my wallet, but we used the one that I had in there. I never replaced it after the shit show at the hospital. Didn’t even occur to me. I don’t keep any in my bike because fucking chicks on my Ducati is not my thing. Although I overheard Diego and his woman talking about it one time.
“Oh.”
She starts unbuttoning her blouse, getting it completely off and revealing a lacy bra underneath. I could eat her out. Have her blow me, but no finger this time. Definitely no edging. When she shimmies out of her skirt, kneeling on the bed, looking at me. I’m stumped.
“What are you doing?”
Her hands roam her body. Enticing me. Even knowing our dilemma.
“As you know, I’m not seeing anyone else. Are you?”
Her eyebrow rises sharply. Daring me to be honest again, but in a different way. A way that I thought goes without saying, but maybe it doesn’t.
“Fuck no, Barbara. I haven’t been with anyone since I followed you down the hall and hid you in that room. You think I’d mess this up with . . .”
I don’t even want to say the word. Going back to my old ways disgusts me. I’m ashamed that she even knows of my reputation.
“If you’re asking me to be loyal to you, then yes. A thousand times yes.”
I seal my fate to her.
It makes me feel warm all over. Happy and content. I bring her safety. She brings me true acceptance. It washes over my brain, settles into the deep cracks, that we have each other. I have her. She has me. It’s all I need.
Her hands continue working over her bra, dipping into her panties, and getting herself ready.
My hands are practically tearing off my clothes, overwhelmed with the need to be inside her.
When my cock bobs free, she’s on her hands and knees, crawling toward it.
Her tongue slides over her lips, eager and willing to suck me off.
There will be time for that later. I scoop her up under her armpits. A squeal pierces the air until she’s flat on her back with my hands tugging her thong down her thighs.
“I need to be inside you.”
My tongue laps at her folds, ensuring she’s wet enough to take me. She tastes so damn sweet. Soaked and definitely ready. My body is on hers in seconds. Hovering, watching, and angling my cock to her entrance.
It’s our first time, bare.
The heat from her core already welcomes the tip of my dick. She stills. Her dark eyes drink me in, studying every one of my tattoos.
“Look at me, Babs.”
They snap to mine.
Connection, chemistry, and understanding. We have it all. All there in the pull between us. In the air we share. The stillness of both our bodies as we anticipate this new agreement. Forging a different path amidst the ruin that just was.
“I want what you want.”
My hips slowly push in, eliciting a satisfying exhalation and a deep groan from me. Without the condom, she’s warm, wet, and tight. Pulling me in as much as I’m pushing. The act itself feels like it takes forever, until I’m all the way in.
Her legs widen, allowing me to go deeper. Her hands pull me down on her, burying her underneath. I feel powerful. Strong and accepted. Knowing I’ve got her and she’s got me. All the bullshit aside. I have someone who wants me for who I am. Not all the other crap that comes with my life or legacy.
“You feel . . .”
She doesn’t finish, just connects kisses. Blazing a hot trail up the column of my neck, sucking on my Adam’s apple.
This is more intimate than the Hamptons.
This is slower and more intense. As I move my ass, slowly pumping in and out of her, I know I won’t last. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
Everything I’ve held back from others. Hidden behind my jovial playboy ways.
Saved up for someone who deserves me. The real me.
“I feel what?”
I challenge her to describe what she’s feeling.
Needing to her tell me. Needing the validation that I’m not the only one lost in us.
The scent of her light fragrance floats up from her skin.
Adding to the experience. Each thrust has us moaning in unison.
Each pull out has her clenching her muscles to keep me inside. It’s torture and bliss.
“I feel every ridge of you. Every hard muscle.”
Her words are pressed against my skin. Licking, sucking, and teasing.
My arm slides under her back. My hand clutches the back of her neck, needing her even closer.
A huff of air, noisy and almost a complaint, leaves her lungs.
But she only wraps her legs around my waist, hooking them together at my back.
My other hand tucks under her hip. The angle of her completely wrapped around me, while I’m smothering her, is fucking amazing.
“So damn deep.”
She echoes what I’m thinking. I continue thrusting, slow and steady, allowing her to contort against me for added friction. Her wet clit rubs against my bone. Probably adding to her pleasure.
“What else?”
I tuck my face into her neck, close my eyes, and breathe her in. She’s smashed to the mattress, clinging to me, but I won’t fuck her. Not this time. I need to make love to her. She needs to make love to me. An equal exchange.
My senses are heightened. Every one of them dialed into her. Every breath, grind, clutch. Every part where we are connected. Which is everywhere.
“Tell me, Babs.”
I stop, she does too. My lips touch her neck. Not kissing, just being.
“This is perfect,” she finally whispers.
I couldn’t agree more. I move again, faster. The climax in my balls is growing. Moving all the emotional stuff aside out of primal need.
“You’re perfect.”
The praise washes over me. I’ve heard it so many times before. Coming from her, it’s different. It means more. It means everything.
My knee slides up higher. Her ass rests against my thigh. Her wetness seeps onto my balls. It’s hot to have her react so strongly to me. To want me as much as I want her. Sweat collects over my body. Stabbing her with my cock repeatedly.
“I want to feel this always.”
The more she talks, the faster I get. Her words are tangled in moans. Her body tightens as it works against me. She’s right. This is perfect.
“I want us to be this connected. Every time.”
Her words send me spiraling. My ass thrusts harder. My cock stabs deeper. The sensation of her, bare and gripping me, is too much. I can feel every tiny spasm her body makes. Can feel the way she trembles as I hit the spot that makes her gasp.
“I want you. All the time.”
Her nails dig into my back. The slight pain grounds me. Keeps me from losing control too soon. I want this to last, want to draw out every second of pleasure from her. I shift slightly, changing the angle.
“Hollister,” she cries out, her body convulsing around me.
Her orgasm hits hard. Her inner muscles clench me tightly, locking me in place. It takes more effort to push past her walls of resistance. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to let go, to spill myself inside her.
“Come with me.”
Her command is my undoing. I drive into her.
My climax races out of my balls and through my cock so hard and fast I’m blinded.
Lost in her raw, hot channel. The rhythm of our colliding bodies and her sweet gasps of breathy pleasure.
Shooting into her over and over again. So much my ass tingles, and I shiver from the sensations surging over my body.
She falls apart under me. Her legs slip away.
Her arms fall to the side, and her body loosens.
She’s boneless and pliable. My sweaty face rises out of her neck, watching her face fall into complete bliss.
My gaze blurs from our perfectly timed climax.
Intentionally shared. I’ve never been a come-together kind of guy.
Too romantic for what I used to get off to.
But now, it’s all I’ll ever do with her.
“You’re mine now, pretty boy,” she rasps when her eyes open, pouring so much feeling into mine. Inches from her face, as my pumping ebbs. My heart races and my breath sharpens. She confirms what I already know.
“All yours, my little sinner.”
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