Chapter 42 #2
If I thought she was wild before, I was wrong.
“That’s it, baby,” I say.
All movement stops, her breath hitches, and her mouth drops open. Her pussy leaks with sticky juices running down my hand and staining my pyjama pants.
“Good girl.”
Her hand travels to my nape, her fingers pulling at my hair.
Fuck, yeah.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” She’s staring right at me, but I wonder if she can see me or if she’s too lost to her pending orgasm.
She rocks her dripping pussy over my palm, angling her hips, pressing her clit against my thumb, taking what’s hers. Her breaths are ragged and a moan escapes me as I admire her in awe.
My cock gives a sharp, tense throb where it’s trapped inside my pyjama pants and begging to be freed. I squeeze my cock hard, telling myself not to come.
“I—I’m gonna come.”
She arches her back.
“That’s it, chase after your climax, slut.”
She’s frantic.
On the heel of her next thrust, her body tenses, trapping my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. I’m coming.”
She’s loud.
Fucking beautiful.
Her hoarse cries cause my cock to swell.
Her sated and boneless body slumps against mine. We’re fused together and I’m certain she can feel my heart thumping in my chest.
I kiss the top of her head.
“Wow…” she says. “That was so incredible and so powerful. I feel the need to track down that couple and thank them.”
I chuckle. “You came hard for me, baby.”
“I thought I was going to faint.”
“That was a good warm-up, but we’re not done yet.”
“Don’t I get a break?”
“You will. Once I’m done fucking you,” I say. “Feel how hard I am after watching you come so beautifully.”
She presses a hand on my cock, stroking me. “Someone needs relief.”
“Someone’s about to get it.”
I stand up with her in my arms.
She wraps her legs around my waist. I step over to the bed and drop her on it.
With impatient fingers, I unbutton my pyjama top and shrug out of it. The bottoms come off in a flash, and my cock points north. It throbs so hard, the pulse hammers in my temples.
I fist my cock, hard and hot in my palm. I move my hand up and down my erection, enjoying the way her heated gaze is glued to me. I groan as a bead of cum leaks.
“Fuck, I missed your big cock,” she says.
Her words flame my desire.
The first month after the accident, sex was off the table.
As days rolled into weeks, we fooled around, but she had a limited range of movement because of her cast. I’m also responsible for our forced celibacy.
I was so paranoid we would make things worse and delay her recovery, I reined in my appetite.
My fist became my best friend for a while.
It was a sacrifice I was willing to make for her.
But now, I need to be inside her so fucking bad.
I lower myself to the bed next to her.
The missionary position is last on the list, however, tonight, I want her eyes boring into mine when I fill her up with my cum.
“On your back.”
She does as she’s told, spreading her legs open.
Soon, my cock will be balls deep into all this goodness.
I position myself on top of her and angle my cock between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with the tip. My lover moans so beautifully, I have to squeeze my cock to stop from coming.
Christ Almighty.
I part those puffy pussy lips with my engorged cock head and slam into her in one swift thrust.
Her hands grab my ass. “Fuck me, Rhys. Fuck me.”
A few frantic thrusts, and my balls tighten, announcing the end of the ride before it even begins.
Shit.
I fuck my girl like a hormone-raging teenager with zero control and zero game. I try to slow down my pace, but a stronger force takes over.
“Don’t stop, Rhys. Please. Don’t stop.” Her throaty moans are my undoing.
“Your clit.” It’s a struggle to say those two words. “Touch it.”
With her eyes fixed on mine, she licks her finger and then works her clit.
I fuck her harder because this is so damn hot.
“Fill me with your cum. I need it all,” she says.
Well, hell.
I’m sure it’s a combination of the illicit setting, my desperate yearning, the many lonely nights of solo sex and the straight up horniness, but goddammit, I love her dirty mouth.
“I can’t get enough of this sweet little pussy.”
“Then fuck my sweet little pussy harder, big guy.”
Jesus.
I grant her wish.
Her inner muscles clench in response.
Fuck.
She does it again.
And again.
I can’t breathe.
I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die.
“I’m— Oh, Rhys— I’m—”
Hearing my name on her horny lips is more than I can bear.
“Oh Rhys—” she jumps off the edge of the cliff with me, giving in to her orgasm at the same time as I succumb to mine.
I fuck my baby like a man possessed, grunting and gasping as my cock erupts inside her, and for one long moment it feels like we’re lost in each other, crying out, bucking as one until the final slam.
Slowly, I slide out of her and fall to the bed next to her. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me.
“I missed this. I missed us,” she says, panting for breath.
“Same here, dimples.” I wipe the sweat from her brow with my thumb. “These past ten days killed me. I hated being away from you for that long.”
“It was the same for me.”
“I want you every second— No, I need you every second of every day.”
“Oh, Rhys.”
“I love you.” The words slip from my lips, but I don’t want to take them back because I realize now that’s how I feel about this gorgeous woman.
Her eyes widen. “You—you didn’t just say that?”
“I did.”
A tear trickles down her beautiful face and she shakes her head, as if she’s unwilling to believe me.
“Keira Weatherly. I. Love. You.” I leave no room for misinterpretation.
“You do?”
“My love for you is crazy. You’re my everything. If I wasn’t sure about it before leaving LA, being away from you affirmed what I knew in my heart.”
“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” she says with a sob.
I kiss away her tears.
She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.
“I love you so much, Rhys.” Her confession comes out muffled.
“You can’t say something like that and not look me in the eye.”
She laughs a little.
She lifts her gaze to mine. “I love you, Rhys Hartford,” she says.
“I never thought––” She hiccups. “I never thought we’d get to this point.
” She pauses. “When the accident happened, I begged Shane to tell you how much I loved you in case I didn’t make it.
He refused my request at first, but I wouldn’t shut up until he promised.
I didn’t want to die without you knowing I’d loved you for most of my life. ”
“Shhh…” I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m glad Shane never told me. He didn’t have to. You get to tell me.”
“I love you,” she says. “I no longer have to hide my feelings for you. You’re the one. It’s always been you, Rhys.”
“What a declaration, dimples.”
“It’s been trapped inside me for years, percolating. That’s why it came out with as much gushing force as a geyser.” She laughs and cries, all the while dropping kisses all over my face. “You own my heart, Rhys.”
“Oh, Keira, I fucking love you.”