You Can Lead a Horse… #2
It wasn’t the frantic pace he would normally set, but he didn’t go easy on her.
His hips snapped forward rapidly, then he dragged himself almost completely out of her channel before plunging in hard again.
His thumb found her clit, placing pressure while rapidly circling.
She flexed her hips to meet his strokes and sought more friction from his touch.
Planting his hands on either side of her neck, he replaced his thumb with the grinding of the base of his cock against the nub, his hips always thrusting and his forehead touching hers.
“So fucking good. I can feel you clenching down on me. What do you want?”
A whimper.
“Tell me, little spy. It’s just you and me. No one else. Tell me what you want. What you need.”
His reminder of permission to be herself, to own what she needed, opened a floodgate. “More. I want more. I need your cock deeper. Harder. Fuck me harder!” she urged.
His arm slid around her waist, and he pulled her higher on his thighs, which caused her legs to fall wider alongside his hips. His voice deepened, as if emerging from the depths of his soul. “You need more? You need my dick deeper? You need it harder? I can give you that.”
His thrusts slowed, but they penetrated further inside her pussy, his cock bumping up against her cervix.
The new, higher position allowed him to slide his shaft across her top wall as he shuttled in, then drag himself out to rasp the soft flesh just inside her channel.
It created an expression of both pleasure and pain on her face, and she hissed at him to keep going.
He hadn’t intended for her to come so soon, but apparently, her body had been more than primed.
When her muscles squeezed him tight, and he heard her suck in a huge breath, he pulled her upright on his lap and sat back on his heels.
One hand cradled her neck, and the other centered in the small of her back, keeping her tight to his body so he could continue to work her through her orgasm.
As she came down from the aftershocks, he slowed his pace, although they were no less forceful. Her eyes lazily opened, not resisting his thrusts, but giving only token flicks of her hips to match his movements.
“You okay to go more?”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He held her upright in his arms, and her hands gripped his shoulders. Her head lolled slightly to the right as she gazed at him through slitted eyes.
“Not too sensitive?”
He’d stop if she needed him to, although it would be torture.
She hissed, and her voice slurred. “Yes, but I want it. Feels good.”
“Jesus, baby, you’re dick drunk. Fuck, that’s hot.”
The hand at her back slid between her legs from behind, gathering the fluids her body produced, then he brought a finger to her rear entrance, gently rimming the hole. “I won’t push inside. Don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You won’t. I’m healed.”
“Not today. Just want you to feel me everywhere.”
Pressing his lips to hers again, he plundered her mouth with his tongue, and its strokes matched those of his cock. A high-pitched mewl sounded every time he bottomed out inside her channel.
What he was about to do, he’d never done before. But she needed this. Needed her self-confidence back. Needed to know she could ask for what she wanted and not face repercussions for doing so. That what he did now was for her and no one else. Ever.
“Glennon, I’m going to stop moving. I want you to fuck me now. Take what you need.”
Her shins flattened on the mattress as she sat astride him. Using her legs to power her, she rose and fell against his thighs, grinding against him.
She tightened.
He braced for impact.
Just before she locked completely, he fastened his mouth to hers again, breathing in her sounds and feeding them back to her.
When she sagged against him, her arms looped around his neck, and hanging on for dear life, he gently slid her down his thighs until she was flat against the mattress.
He followed her down, making sure to keep the bulk of his weight off her.
“Need one more, Glennon,” he whispered. “Can you give it to me?”
Her breath hitched with each inhale and exhale, but “Yes” escaped with a sigh.
“Gonna change positions.”
When he slid out of her body, she moaned a desperate “No,” her hands clutching his shoulders to draw him back to her.
“Easy, easy. Be right back inside you. Draw your legs up. Need to flip you on your side.”
Once she was lying on her good side, he moved behind her.
Grabbing one thigh, he raised her top leg and slipped back into her pussy.
There was absolutely no resistance as he began to power his hips hard and slow, then steadily speed up.
Their skin slapping and the wet sounds of him moving in and out of her passage sounded loudly in the room, spurring him closer and closer to coming.
“You ready, Glennon?”
“I don’t know,” she whined. “Feels too good.”
“There’s so much more to come, little spy. This won’t be the last time. Swear to you, baby, I’m going to want to love you long and often.” Several thrusts later, he whispered in her ear, “Need you with me. Let go.”
And let go she did. As he buried himself deep inside her, groin tight to her ass, even through the condom, he felt a wave of liquid heat encase his cock. When he pulsed for the fourth and final time, he withdrew slowly.
He lowered her leg and slid down in the bed behind her, laying his head on her hip. His fingertips dropped between her legs, random strokes across her slick inner thighs, and he noted the wet spot on the sheets from where her slick had trickled down her bottom leg.
When both of their breathing returned to normal, he kissed her hip and rose from the bed.
Disposing of the condom, he grabbed two worn, soft towels from the bathroom and wet them with warm water.
After cleaning himself, he returned to bed to clean off her skin.
He made sure to move carefully, cleaning every fold, every crease, and dropping kisses along her side, the last one in the middle of the bandage covering her stitches.
Tossing the cloths on the bedside table, he then peeled back the bandage to make sure all was good, then pressed the adhesive back to her side to cover it temporarily. “I’ll change the bandage in a little bit.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. Her body was already drifting off, the adrenaline causing her to crash.
“Never need to thank me, gorgeous. Rest.”
The words were no more out of his mouth, and she drifted into sleep. He, however, did not. Instead, he pulled himself to a sitting position against the headboard, her head atop his thigh, his hand trailing through her hair, untangling the strands that had woven together as they’d made love.
Time to plan his next move.