Chapter 33 Rob
ROB
“I’m sorry,” I said as I walked into the bedroom later that night.
Krista had pretty much been ignoring me since the baby broke up what would have been a pretty nasty fight between us. As soon as she walked out of the room, I knew I had overstepped. What kind of asshole said shit like that? Who pointed out money issues?
I was a dickhead, and she was right to ignore me the rest of the day.
But Willa and Lizzy had gone home an hour ago, and she still wasn’t talking to me.
Hobbling over to the bed, I sat down gingerly, hoping she would listen to me. “It’s none of my business.”
“It’s really not.” She laid there, staring off into the dark, completely ignoring me.
“Krista, will you talk to me?”
It took a minute, but finally, she rolled over and sat up in bed. Without the light on, I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel the sadness rolling off her in waves.
“It’s not going to work, is it?”
“Maybe not,” I murmured, taking her hand in mine. “Maybe it was never supposed to.”
“How can that be? We get along so well. We enjoy each other’s company. The sex is phenomenal.”
I chuckled at that last part.
“Are we really going to let where we live divide us?”
“I just can’t see how it’ll work. I need something more than servicing people’s internet. I need a job that will keep me excited and focused. How do I go from a job I love to working out here with something less than that?”
I didn’t want to put my job first, but I needed to be happy in life, and frankly, I just couldn’t see that happening out here.
“Maybe… maybe I could go out there with you for a while. You know, just to see what it’s like.”
“You would do that?” I asked, a little shocked that she was even willing to try.
“I want this to work, and if I don’t go there, I’ll never know.”
That was all I needed to hear. I crushed my lips to hers, crawling over her as I pressed her into the bed. I hissed as her fingers slid through my hair, then pulled tight. Pain coursed through my scalp, but the smirk on her face only made me want her more.
“My little hellion,” I whispered, nipping at her earlobe.
My hand snaked under her shirt to her bra, shoving the cups up to reach those perky nipples that I loved so damn much. Every time she gripped my hair, I twisted and gave back just a little of the pain.
“Rob…” she moaned, her legs spreading wide. “Fuck me.”
“I’m getting there.”
“Not fast enough.”
I flicked the button on her jeans, yanking them down her legs. Fuck, to see her spread like that for me was something I wanted to see every fucking night for the rest of my life.
Delving in, I ran my nose along her pussy, fighting the urge to unleash my cock and thrust inside her without taking the time to truly enjoy this. My teeth nipped at the edge of her panties before tearing them slowly down her legs.
I watched as her eyes trailed the movement, the way her chest rose sharply at the sight of me undressing her. I ripped the material from her feet, then slid my tongue up her leg, groaning the closer I got to her pussy.
“Fuck!” I cried out when her leg jerked, hitting me in the stomach.
“Oh my God!” She sat up suddenly, her knee slamming into my face.
Gasping, I sat back, holding my face as I looked down at the bandage, thankful I didn’t see any blood.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried out, pressing kisses to my face.
“That was not how I saw things going in my head.”
“And how did you see things going?” she asked, holding back her laughter.
“Well, it was more about me seducing you, and less about you beating the hell out of me.”
She barely held back her laughter as she climbed over my lap, straddling my legs. “Maybe I should take things from here.”
“Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, a man in your condition needs extra care.”
I swallowed hard as she slid her fingers through my hair again, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Definitely.”
“You shouldn’t be lifting a finger,” she said, trailing a single nail down my chest toward my groin.
“No, I should not.”
“This is what you have a woman for.”
I nodded, unable to speak as her hand cupped my dick through my pants.
“And a good woman makes sure that her man is always satisfied.”
Ever-so-slowly, she dragged the hem of her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the side as her brown locks of hair tumbled back around her shoulders.
“So satisfied,” I croaked.
Then the bra came off and those breasts that I loved so much were pointing directly at me, tempting me to take them in my mouth and suck on those pretty tits.
But when I leaned forward, she tsked me, pushing me back until I laid on my back.
“You need to rest,” she whispered.
“Rest is for sick people,” I said, trying to shove myself back up, but she pressed a hand to my chest and refused to let me do what I wanted.
Her hand slid down my chest until she was right at the button on my jeans.
My jaw hardened as I waited for her to drag them off me, for her to take me in her mouth.
Instead, she hovered, waiting, drawing out the tension until I felt like I would snap.
“Somebody is impatient,” she chuckled.
“Krista, you’ve made your point,” I said, hands clenching at my sides as I struggled to maintain control.
“And what is that?”
“That I need you.”
“This has nothing to do with proving anything to you,” she said, finally releasing my cock. “This…is about giving you the most pleasure I possibly could.”
Her hand wrapped around my length and stroked me slowly. Up and down. A twist here. Tightening at the top. The smallest flick of her tongue against the crown. She was toying with me, fucking with my head. I was about to lose my shit.
And then she released my cock and took off my jeans and underwear, and settled herself over my dick. I wanted her mouth on me. I wanted her choking on my dick and moaning my name as I shoved myself down my throat.
Her soaking pussy slid over my cock, and I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt her heat pressed against me.
“Just relax.”
“You fucking relax,” I snapped as she spread her heat all over my dick, but never gave me the pleasure of being inside her.
“This is what you do to me,” she whispered, sliding back and forth. “When I’m in the room with you, all I want is to feel you inside me. I want to be stretched by you and remember what it’s like to have your fingers twisting me up inside.”
My fingers bit into her hips as she worked herself faster over me. Fuck, I was not going to blow without even being inside her.
“And then you snatched that all away from me,” she gasped. “You told me you felt something, and then you planned to just walk away. Do you know what that did to me?”
“Fuck, I can definitely feel it,” I groaned.
“The torture of knowing that I could have you, could be with you forever…” she gasped.
I couldn’t take it. I needed to be in her, and I wasn’t waiting another fucking second. I grabbed her arms, rolling her over, and thrust inside her so deep it hurt.
“Fuck!” I cried out, fighting against the need to spill my cum inside her.
Every cell in my body shook as I tried desperately to control myself. I felt my spine tingle with the need to unleash everything I had, and just as I was starting to gain the upper hand, she ran her fingers down my chest and gripped my dick at the base.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispered.
I pulled back and slammed back inside her, ignoring the pain in my side, the fact that I just had surgery, and that I wasn’t wearing a condom. None of it mattered. Not when I was inside her and it felt so fucking right.
Her pussy clenched around me, pushing me over the edge into pure ecstasy.
I crashed hard into her, my lips melded to hers as I came hard inside her.
Our harsh breathing mingled with our kisses, and as I rolled off her, she didn’t pull away.
Her fingers caressed my cheek as she stared into my eyes with a dewy expression that made me feel like a fucking king.
“You’re really coming home with me?”
She couldn’t hold back the grin that split her lips. “I’m really going home with you.”