Chapter 23 #2
Her hand around my dick is euphoria in the making.
She opens to me when I press my lips to hers.
Our tongues tangle as she lets me lead. We understand each other.
She’s completely competent and independent.
But she enjoys having that weight lifted off her shoulders sometimes.
Adding it to my shoulders gives me the control I crave, not because I’m a megalomaniac, but because being out of control means people I love die.
Do I count Vita on the list of people I love?
Yes, idiota. You have since nearly the beginning.
Denial is futile.
I shift my weight to ease her onto her back, my leg settling between hers. I press my thigh against her cunt, and her hips rise and fall as she rubs against me. My mouth stifles her moan, but I still hear it. I move again, squeezing my hips between her legs.
“Jandro, we can’t.”
“I think we’re proving we can.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Who says?”
“Common sense. We’re in a hospital room where anyone could walk in at any moment. We’re only here because you were injured in an explosion that nearly killed us only hours ago.”
“Being inside you is just the treatment I need.”
“Daddy, what if you get hurt?”
I see the genuine fear in her eyes, and I have a moment’s doubt.
But that’s all it is. A moment. I pull away, and relief and hurt war in her gaze.
I climb off the bed. With one hand, I grab hers and yank her onto her feet while the other grabs my IV pole.
I tow both of them behind me as I make a beeline for the bathroom.
“Jandro?”
“Shh.”
She bends as best she can to pull her pants up enough to make it easier for her to walk. I allow that, but I’m soon guiding her into the smaller room and shutting the door behind us.
“Strip.”
“We can’t.”
I’m standing behind her, and we’re looking at each other in the mirror.
However, her refusal prompts me to step to her right.
I yank the pants down before my right hand presses between her shoulder blades.
My arm is too sore to do more than place light pressure, but she knows what I want.
She leans forward. My left arm is unimpaired, so I bring my hand down across her ass.
“I will have what’s mine, chica. I told you the best treatment is you. Are you going to deny me what’ll cure me?”
“Daddy, don’t—”
“Whatever you’re about to say will only lead to more spankings.”
I’m raining them down as I speak. With each one, her hips bump into the sink, but the moment my hand retreats, she pushes her ass back to chase it.
She wants this, but she’s denying it because of guilt.
She believes she should think this is wrong, but she doesn’t. Her body tells me what her mind won’t.
“You know you want my cum on your thighs as we fall asleep. You want to feel me explode inside you because I can’t get enough of you. That I’ll never get my fill. You want to come because I’m the one touching you, filling you.”
“But you’re hurt.”
“The injuries are inconvenient, but they aren’t life threatening. I’ve endured far worse and come out the other side. If you truly refuse, say so now.”
We stare at each other for a moment before she shakes her head.
“Does that mean you refuse or you don’t refuse? You have to say it out loud, chiquita.”
“I don’t refuse. I want it too.”
I kiss her neck and shoulder as my hands fondle her tits beneath her shirt and bra.
Her skin is like the smoothest satin. Her nipples are tight peaks for me to toy with just like her clit.
She reaches behind her to lift my gown as she spreads her legs.
She turns her feet inward and angles her hips to take me. With one thrust, I’m inside her.
“Fuck, little one.”
“I know, Daddy. Just be careful.”
I chuckle before I kiss her temple. It’s affection I’ve never felt before.
Her fear moves me. No other woman’s ever cared like she does.
I want to allay those fears while making her body sing.
My left hand continues to play with her breast while I lower my right one to her hip.
I won’t admit it, but having my arm raised hurts like a motherfucker. Enough to make me nauseous.
I thrust into her over and over, leaning my body to cover hers as her hands brace herself on each side of the sink. Our attention’s riveted to the scene we make in the mirror. Her head tilts back to rest against my shoulder.
“You’re so fucking hot, Daddy.”
“No one’s hotter than you.”
She turns her head, and our kiss is far more tender than the way I’m treating her pussy as I pound into her. My right hand slides forward until I can rub her clit again. She pushes away from the sink and gasps. She screws her eyes shut as her hands curl into fists.
“Vita?”
“Don’t stop. Please, may I come, Daddy? I’m so close.”
“Yes, baby girl. I’m on the edge too.”
It’s embarrassing how fast this is going to end. But she does this to me. I have no restraint. She rides my cock as I keep rocking my hips to drive deeper into her.
“Jandro!”
It’s a whisper-scream. It comes out softly, but from the way her mouth falls open, I know she’s fighting not to let the entire hospital know how well her man fucks her.
“Come for me again, Vita.”
“I’m trying. So intense.”
“I know, mi Vita.”
“You call me that—your life—as a play on my name. But, Jandro, eres mi vida.” You are my life.
I don’t hold back. My huevos contract, and I’m shooting my cum deep inside her. Both hands ground her as her ass presses against my groin.
“Take all that I have, Vita. Take what no one else ever has. Tú también eres mi vida.” You’re my life too.
We stand together, my arms wrapped around her middle as we float back down to Earth. Our breathing’s ragged as her hands stroke along my forearms.
“Jandro, I needed that. I didn’t want to admit it because it felt like it should be wrong. But being with you is never wrong. At the moment, it’s the only thing that’s right.”
“Come, little one. Let’s cuddle.”
I’ve never said those words before. So many fucking firsts with Vita.
If it weren’t her, I’d never say that. Only she gets this softer side of me.
I’m certain it’s not the drugs speaking because those have definitely worn off.
I’m feeling each pain intensely. I grit my teeth because if Vita realizes how badly I hurt right now, she won’t forgive herself.
She pushes my IV pole as we walk out of the bathroom. It only takes a couple minutes for us to be arranged comfortably on the bed. Then it all fades to black despite the discomfort. My body’s reached its limits for right now.
Curled around Vita is the most peaceful I’ve ever been. That’s why it’s a fucking shock to wake to my girlfriend with her hands around a woman’s neck and wrist.