Chapter 22 Rachel #2
“Nothing you haven’t done to me,” I wheeze out breathlessly as we continue our frenzied fucking. Harder and harder, he pounds into me, building yet another impeding explosion in my core. I’m getting close again, but just can’t seem to fall over the edge. He pulls out suddenly.
“On your knees,” he commands, and I quickly comply, rolling onto my elbows and knees. His hand lands between my shoulders pushing my upper body down to the mattress while he forces my knees apart with his, spreading me wide.
He enters me from behind, again with the relentless assault on my pussy. He leans over me, his left hand bearing his weight beside my head. His right hand is holding my hip to keep me from moving up the mattress by his powerful movements.
“I can’t get enough of you, angel.” His breath fans over my shoulder and right ear, strengthening the growing fire in my clit. “I knew once wouldn’t be enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
Fire races along my shoulder as he trails his tongue over my upper back.
It feels so good. His mouth lands where my neck and shoulders meet.
His sucks hard over the tendon there, his teeth digging in slightly.
He’s making a hickey, but I don’t even care.
I want him to mark me. I’ll have that to remember him by, at least until it fades.
On and on he fucks me from behind, keeping me close to the edge, but not enough to push me over. I can’t tell how long we’ve been at this, but I know it far exceeds any sex I’ve ever had, timewise or sensation wise, including last night, which up until this moment had been my best ever.
My legs are trembling and sweat is beading on my skin and dripping from my face. I can feel his sweat falling ont0 my back. This is by far the most sensual experience I’ve ever had. I never want it to end.
A grunt escapes him with every impact. He must be getting close himself, because he changes the angle slightly and reaches around to tease my clit with his right hand. That is all it takes for me to come undone. “Rosco, oh God!” I cry as I shatter into a million pieces.
He pounds harder, gasping both my hips in his hands, jerking me back into every thrust, and sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through me. He buries himself as deep as he can go, holding the position as he empties himself. Then he leans over me to blanket me with his sweat soaked body.
“So fucking good, angel,” he whispers in my ear. He lazily pumps his hips while kissing my shoulder, then resting over me without crushing me with his weight. We lay this way for several minutes, both of us trying to recover. Eventually he pulls out and leaves me alone in the bed. “Be right back.”
My legs are still bent up with my ass in the air. It takes some doing as my legs don’t want to move, but I finally get them straightened out, leaving me prone on the bed. With my head turned toward his side, I watch him come out of the bathroom.
He is gloriously naked with a washcloth in his hand. His cock, still half hard, juts out from his body. His upper half is covered in ink. Intricate patterns in black cover his arms and chest. He is perfection as if God sculpted him just for me.
I love watching his thigh muscles move as he stalks toward me. That is the only way to describe how he walks. He is a predator, and I’m his prey, but I’m not afraid. I want to be caught and devoured again and again by this magnificent beast.
“You better stop looking at me like that,” he counsels, “or I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I give him a lazy smile.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I ask, rolling to my side to face him, propping my head on my hand. His eyes drift to my peaked nipples, which are still red and swollen from his thorough attention. He honest to God growls.
“You’re not an angel,” he complains, climbing onto the bed. He pushes me onto my back. He spreads my legs and washes my pussy with the cloth in his hand. He pitches it in the direction of the bathroom door and slides into bed next to me. “You’re a witch!”
He grabs me around the waist, jerking me to him. I can’t help laughing, and I notice he is smiling, too. “You’ve cast a spell on me.” He kisses me, forcing me onto my back. My legs parting to allow his body to slip between them.
We kiss and explore each other with our hands.
His magnificent cock hardens as we play.
Minutes later, he rolls on another condom and enters me slowly this time.
It’s a much tighter fit this time. Either he’s grown, or I must be swollen.
His thrusts are slow and lazy, and while it feels good, I want more.
I push against him. He pulls out, giving me a concerned look. I push harder on his chest, getting him to roll onto his back. I climb up and over him, straddling his waist. He stares at me with adoration in his eyes. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but it gets to me all the same.
Briefly I close my eyes committing this moment to memory.
I want him to look at me that way every day for the rest of our lives.
But he won’t. Either my stepfather will force me to go on the run again, or Rosco will push me away.
Even if I manage to get free from my troubles, Rosco will never commit as long as he refuses to deal with his demons.
Knowing he is willing to throw this all away hurts, a lot.
My heart tells my head there’s another way, another option, but I know it’s a lie. He’s been denying his past for far too long. I’m not special enough for him to face his demons, to slay them so we can have a chance. Besides with Vena out there, no one is safe as long as I’m around.
I open my eyes to stare back at him, hoping he can’t read my feelings.
I lean down, kissing him briefly, then raise up to notch him at my entrance.
I slam down and ride him like it’s the last time, because it could be.
I take what I want, what I need, and he lets me, holding my hips and helping me continue when my energy flags, until at last, we both come hard.
“Damn, angel,” he grins, pulling me down to rest over him, my arms and legs hanging off each side of him. “That was phenomenal. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I mumble sleepily, with a satisfied grin is on my face. This man has worn me out completely. I’ve never been so content. I could easily get used to this.
Tears spring into my eyes as I realize two critical things. First, I’m in love with a man who will never love me back, because he won’t allow himself to. Second and the most devasting is that I have to leave to be sure he lives. Fuck my life.