Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
C hainsaw…
Fucking a woman’s ass was worlds away from getting up into her pussy. While the sensations were almost fundamentally the same, there was something about how her pussy gripped you from root to tip that just seemed to shorten the life of my pleasure.
Getting into her ass was phenomenal. She was so tight around the base of my shaft, but couldn’t get a grip along its entire length and around the head, which just made me last longer, drew the pleasure out long enough for me to really settle into it and enjoy it.
She felt so good, her body hot, her cries sexy as hell, and the way she writhed under me completely enthralled made me feel virile in a way I couldn’t even begin to describe.
I tried to take her cues of what was too much, what was just right, and what was somewhere in between, and I did everything I could to edge her hard and harder to where too much became just enough.
She reached behind her, digging nails into the side of my thigh, and the bite of them just urged me to get her right up on that edge of hurting her back, and she didn’t disappoint.
She loved it. I could vaguely feel her pussy pulsing along the underside of my shaft through the wall of muscle that separated me from her vaginal walls and their pulsing.
I couldn’t do this forever, no matter how much I wanted to.
Her natural lubricant wouldn’t hold out forever, and her ass didn’t exactly have any.
I concentrated and let the pressure build, felt my balls contract in that beautiful way, and rode that sensation for as long as I could before I lost my pace and all sense of direction, my body jerking hard into hers as though I were electrified as I splashed my hot cum up inside her ass.
I needed to get a bottle of lube here and stat to make this last longer, if she was game for it, because holy fuck, every part of her being, from her mouth, to her cunt, to her pulsing tight little asshole was meant for me.
I keeled off to the side, dragging her with me, and spooned her, my cock still in her ass but softening rapidly.
When I did pull out of her, she shuddered, and I left the condom behind.
I reached between us and dragged it out, leaning over the top of her to dispose of it in the waste basket between the nightstand and the bed.
I heard the rubber hit the trashcan liner and settled back, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her shoulder, her neck, and finally behind her ear.
“That was my good girl,” I crooned, and she let out a shuddering gasp and trembled in my arms.
Ooh, I liked that reaction.
“I’ve never done that before,” she murmured, and I asked her, “Really?”
“Really,” she affirmed.
“Glad I was your first. How did it feel?” I asked, hoping against hope for a positive answer.
“Oh, my fucking God ,” she said. “ Amazing. ”
I chuckled dark and deep and said, “Note to self, more of that…”
I had all kinds of ideas rushing through my head now. Short skirts and no panties. Jeweled plugs and a dark alley… mm.
Someday, I would have it all with this woman.
“What are you thinking?” she asked me a moment later, when I’d just begun to drowse.
“Nothing,” I told her honestly, and she turned in my arms. Her green eyes were heavy-lidded with lust and satisfaction, and I couldn’t help but lightly graze a thumb along the underside of the ugly mark on her chin from the tape that’d been put over her mouth.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she murmured. Her voice was solemn and weighted with a sorrow that was heart-wrenching to hear as she drew my hand away from the mark and pressed her lips to the backs of my fingers.
“Soon,” I promised.
“I have to go back to work tomorrow,” she said.
“I thought you were going to take time off?” I raised eyebrows at her.
She sighed. “I think it’s best if I go back,” she said. “I always do better when I keep busy. Plus, there really isn’t any place safer for me than at the hospital, and when I’m there, you don’t have to worry about me. It will allow you to do what you need to do.”
“You’ve really thought about this,” I said after a moment of thoughtful silence in which I had to admit she was right. I caressed the side of her face, and she nuzzled into my hand.
“I have,” she said.
“How you gonna explain this?” I asked, running a fingertip across the scabbing on her beautiful face from where fragments of my brother’s skull had cut her from how close she’d been when his head had come apart.
The thought rose my gorge, and I swallowed hard to get it back down to where it was supposed to be.
“Canning accident,” she said. “Jar exploded.”
I nodded. “And this?” I asked, lightly fingering the area below the mark on her chin where the tape had been.
“That one is easy enough to cover with a mask or a little makeup,” she said.
“Okay,” I murmured. “You sure you’re alright lying to your colleagues like that?”
“Of course I am. It’s no different from when I was keeping my mouth shut about Luke.
He was destroying my life, and I couldn’t say a thing.
Honestly, I didn’t think anyone would believe me about that.
What makes you think they would believe me about any of this ?
” she asked, waffling her hand in front of her face and between us.
I had to chuckle then. “Fair point, well made – you’re right, you’re right.” I swallowed hard. “You sure you’re up for this?” I asked, waffling my hand between us.
“Now that , honestly? I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she said. “I don’t know how to explain it. It all happened so fast, but Chainsaw, you feel like my person.”
I looked deep into her eyes and had to smile, and ask, “Do you maybe think you could say that again for me? Only use my government name this time?”
She smiled, a slow spreading of lips, and whispered close, “Sturgis, you feel like my person.”
I gathered her so close and so tight that it felt like I could possibly pull her through me, and kissed the top of her head.
“You feel like my person, too, Genesis,” I said into her soft flaxen hair, and it was all I’d really ever wanted. This went beyond any of my dreams, absinthe-induced or otherwise. Who knew chasing the green fairy would lead me to this green-eyed goddess who let me call her my own.
“I love you,” she whispered, and I smiled.
“I love you, too.”