Jace
Kayla rolls her hips against mine, and I groan at the sensation in my cock. It’s been far too long since I had a woman, and Kayla isn’t just any woman.
She’s strong and brave inside that serene exterior, but there’s also a vulnerability about her. She’s opened up to me, and I want to wrap her up and keep those vulnerable parts of her safe.
But right now, I want to explore this attraction between us, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this short life, it’s to seize the moment.
I’ve never felt this connected to a woman before, and she’s here in my sleeping bag like a gift from the gods, rolling her hips against mine and moaning as I kiss her.
My hand slides down her throat and over her breasts.
She’s wearing the sweater I helped her get into earlier, and I slide my hand under it and under the t-shirt to her smooth skin.
She feels as warm and silky as I imagined she would, and my hand moves upward to her breasts.
I’ve been longing to cup them ever since the torture of undressing her earlier, and now as I slide a heavy breast into my palm, I groan at the feel of it.
My thumb strums her nipple, and she lets out a squeak.
“Too sensitive?”
“No.” Her reply is breathy. “Too good.”
She arches her back, which pushes her hips into me and sends shock waves through my dick.
In the darkness, I can just make out her features. Her eyes are closed, and she bites her lower lip. Fuck, she likes her nipples being tweaked a hell of a lot.
I grab one between my thumb and forefinger, and she lets out a strained mewl. She’s going to go off soon, and I want to help her along.
I slide my other hand into her yoga pants, and she bucks her hips when I make contact with her soft, downy hair.
“Is this okay?” I need to check before I go any further.
“It’s good.”
That’s all I need to know. I slide my finger between her wet folds, and she’s soaking wet. My cock aches to explore her sweet spots, but I want to give her a release first. I want to make Kayla fall apart.
My palm slides against her hard nub, and she cries out.
“That’s it, Jace. Right there.”
I move in slow circles because I’m an evil bastard and because I love watching her expression in the dark.
She has her eyes closed, lost in ecstasy, and that’s fine for now, as long as it’s my name she’s calling.
When I sense she’s close, I slip a finger inside, and that’s all she needs to reach a peak. Her pussy contracts around me, and her face is serene and beautiful, and I could watch her all night like this. And maybe I will.
She’s hardly finished climaxing when I move my palm again, this time inserting another finger. I need to get her primed and ready for me.
After another orgasm, Kayla opens her eyes. They’re hooded as if she’s in a daze, and I like that look.
“I’m hot.” She tugs at her sweater, and I help her take it off. A moment ago we were both shuddering from the cold, but now we can’t strip fast enough.
She helps me peel off my top, and her fingers rake down my torso, bumping over every hard muscle.
I’ve kept my upper body strong during my recovery so I’ll be ready to deploy as soon as I’m signed off, and I’m glad of that now.
Kayla runs her hands over my body and every soft touch has me aching for her.
She’s soft and gentle, and the contrast to everything hard about me.
Soon we’re naked, and the cool air is a soft caress against my heated skin. I grab a condom from my pack and slide it on.
I nip at her shoulders as I turn her over and get up on my knees behind her.
I wish it was lighter so I could see her body in detail, but I see enough: the curve of her ass, her hair trailing down her back, and the saucy look she gives me over her shoulder.
The hint of sandalwood mixes with her tangy scent, and I breathe her in.
My fingers dig into her hips, and I pull her back so her ass is in the air.
Her skin is soft underneath my touch as I glide my hand over her rump.
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I line up her wet, inviting pussy, all the while stroking the soft skin of her back, her ass, anywhere I can touch her.
With a hard thrust I’m inside, and she cries out and bucks forward.
I grab her ass and pull her onto my dick.
My vision goes sideways as her pussy envelops me.
She’s warm and safe, and for the first time since the accident I feel at peace, which is too fucking weird and not something I want to feel right now.
I grab her ass and let my dick slide in and out, finding a rhythm,
“Fuck. I’m not going to last, sweetheart, you feel too fucking good.”
She throws me a look over her shoulder, and her eyes are blazing and hungry and mischievous, and I can’t look into them right now or I’ll completely blow.
I lean forward and gently push her between the shoulder blades, forcing her down so her hips go up and I slide in deeper.
“Fuck, Kayla.”
I want to make this last, but I also can’t help galloping to the inevitable conclusion.
I reach my fingers around to her pussy and press against her hard nub as I try to slow my pace.
“That’s good, Jace.” Her voice is breathy, and she’s panting, and I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t see the woman in front of me, or I’ll lose it too soon.
Only when I hear her cry out and her pussy contracts do I open my eyes and watch her body shake as she comes. And finally, I let myself go. I explode into her with the force of a ten-ton detonation.
My entire body shudders, and everything from the past year explodes with me. There’s anger and joy and elation. I’m the most alive I’ve felt since the accident. My senses are humming, and my mind is clear. And in that moment of silence in my mind, a new want slips in.
What would it look like to have a life with Kayla? To have her by my side through whatever happens next?
In the post-orgasm haze, her body is still and warm, and she smiles at me over her shoulder, a satisfied smile that makes me long to do this all over again. But she seems tired, and this is not just a one night only thing.
“You should get some sleep.”
Her hair sticks to the perspiration on her back, and I sweep it off her skin as I kiss her shoulder.
The stillness stays with me as we fall onto the bedding. Her back nestles against my front, and I wrap my arms around her.
Rain drums a rhythm on the roof, and soon Kayla’s breathing is steady and even.
In the stillness, with Kayla in my arms, my mind is the clearest it’s been since I got blown up. I examine the new thought that she might mean more to me than someone to have a nice time with.
And with my mind clear comes another realization, one that I’ve been avoiding.
I may never go back to service. The doctors may be right. I may not get to choose what happens next in my life.
I’ve been in denial, and it’s taken a night with Kayla and the biggest orgasm of my life to realize it.