Chapter Thirteen #2
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, pulling her against me. My cock pressed hard against her stomach, and there was no hiding how much I wanted her, and I didn’t even try.
Her hands ran up my chest, and I noticed how careful she was around my injuries. “So are you.”
I laughed softly, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. The contrast of her soft curves against my calloused palms never got old. “Not sure beautiful’s the right word for a man like me.”
“It’s exactly the right word,” she insisted, rising on tiptoes to kiss me.
I responded immediately, claiming her mouth with a hunger I could barely control. I cradled the back of her head with my hand, fingers tangling in her wet hair as I deepened the kiss. My tongue stroked against hers, demanding but gentle. She deserved gentle more than any woman I’d ever known.
Without breaking the kiss, I maneuvered us so her back was against the cool tile wall.
I needed her pinned there, needed to feel her trapped between the wall and my body.
The move was about protecting her, possessing her in the best possible way.
I always wanted my body, honed in the fires of battle under the most brutal of conditions, between her and the world.
“Hold onto me,” I murmured against her lips.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as I gripped her thighs, lifting her effortlessly.
She weighed nothing to me; I could hold her like this for hours if she’d let me.
Her legs circled my waist, ankles crossing behind my back, and the feel of her pussy sliding against my cock nearly made me come right there.
“You sure?” she asked, those worried eyes searching my face again. “Your ribs --”
“Are fine,” I finished, pressing my forehead to hers. The ribs could go fuck themselves. “I need you, Penny. Need to be inside you.”
She nodded, and relief flooded through me. Her small hand reached between us, guiding my bare cock to her entrance. Which, again, nearly made me come.
I pushed forward slowly, gritting my teeth against the urge to slam into her.
She was always so fucking tight, and I had to give her time to adjust. “Fuck,” I groaned as I seated myself fully within her.
“Love how fuckin’ tight you are. Love the feel of your hot, slick pussy around my cock.
” My body trembled with the effort of holding back.
Every instinct screamed at me to pound into her, to take her hard and fast, but I kept myself leashed.
“Move,” she whispered, digging her heels into my lower back. “Please, Tiny. Fuck me!”
Her needy demand snapped my control. With a grunt, I began to thrust, shallow at first, testing.
When she didn’t flinch, I went deeper. The angle was perfect, I could tell by the way her breath caught, the way her pussy clenched around me.
Water streamed down my face and chest, and my muscles flexed and bunched with each movement.
The pain in my ribs was still there, but it was distant now, drowned out by the pleasure of being inside her.
Steam swirled around us, and the bathroom echoed with our breathing, mine deep and ragged, hers high and desperate. The slick slide of our bodies coming together was the perfect accompaniment to our erotic dance. Christ, I’d never get enough of this.
“So tight. So fuckin’ perfect.”
My words seemed to push her closer, and I felt her nails score over my shoulders.
“God, Tiny,” she moaned, and the sound of my name on her lips nearly undid me. “Right fucking there!”
I adjusted my angle slightly, making sure to hit that spot with each thrust. My gaze never left hers, watching every reaction, cataloging what made her gasp, what made her moan.
It was worship. And I wanted her to always know how much I loved her.
I would never be a man of pretty words, but I could give her this.
I could show her how much I loved her with my body.
The familiar tension built in my spine, but I wasn’t going there without her. I moved one hand from her thigh to slide between us, my thumb finding her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” I urged, my voice rough and strained. “Want to feel you squeezing my cum from my dick.”
She came apart in my arms, her back arching off the tile as pleasure crashed through her as she screamed. Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, milking my cock, and she screamed my name. The feeling of her coming around me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced.
My movements became more urgent, my rhythm faltering as I chased my own release.
With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself completely inside her and groaned her name, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I felt her trigger again, trembling in my arms.
For a long moment, we stayed joined, both of us breathing hard as the water continued to beat down on us. I rested my forehead against hers, eyes closed as I tried to recover. When I opened them again, the emotion welling up inside me was almost too much to contain.
“I love you,” I said simply. The words felt inadequate for what I felt, but they were all I had.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
Carefully, I lowered her to her feet, making sure she was steady before letting go completely. I cupped her face with my big hands and stroked her cheekbone with one thumb. “You’re everything to me,” I murmured. “You and Kira and Zelda.”
She turned her head to press a kiss to my palm, and the tenderness of the gesture hit me square in the chest. “And you’re everything to us.”
* * *
Penny
We dried each other with tender care, the mundane act somehow intimate in the afterglow of our shower. Tiny winced slightly as he bent to dry my legs, a reminder of the injuries he’d sustained protecting us. I took the towel from him, finishing the job myself.
“Let me take care of you,” I said, guiding him back toward the bedroom.
The sheets were slightly rumpled, the room warm and inviting in the dim light.
Tiny sat on the edge of the bed, his massive frame making the king-size mattress look almost small.
Despite having just found release in the shower, his eyes darkened and his cock pulsed with renewed desire as I stood naked before him.
“Come here,” he said, his voice a low rumble that I felt in my bones.
I approached slowly, savoring the way his gaze traveled over my body. When I reached him, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and gently pushed him backward until he was lying on the bed. His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he went willingly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“My turn,” I told him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. “You’ve done enough work for one week.”
His hands found my thighs, sliding upward to grip my hips. “Not fighting you on this, baby.”
I leaned down to kiss him, my hair creating a curtain around our faces.
He responded immediately, his beard tickling my skin as his lips moved against mine.
When I pulled back, his eyes were hooded with desire, pupils dilated so only a thin ring of blue remained.
Despite his recent release, his cock pulsed like mad and I could feel the dampness of his precum on my belly.
I rocked against him experimentally, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. His fingers tightened on my hips, but he made no move to take control, allowing me to set the pace.
“Ready for me already?” I teased, grinding against his growing erection.
“I think I’ll always be ready for you,” he answered, his voice rough with want.
I reached between us to guide him to my entrance again, then slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside my cunt.
Tiny’s focus never left my face as I began to move, rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
His hands on my hips supported but didn’t direct me, letting me find the pace that pleased me most. I placed my palms flat against his chest, careful to avoid the worst of his bruising, and used the leverage to ride him more firmly.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his head tipping back slightly. “The way you fuckin’ move!”
I watched his face, memorizing every flicker of expression, the way his brow furrowed when I squeezed around him, how his lips parted on a silent gasp when I took him particularly deep, the intensity in his eyes when they locked with mine -- all of it.
I never wanted to forget one blessed, blistering second of making love with Tiny.
This mountain of a man, so feared by others, lay vulnerable beneath me, his pleasure entirely in my hands.
I’d never felt more powerful in my life.
Until this very moment, I never realized how much I needed to feel like I had the power. The feeling now was intoxicating.
Sex had been about Andy’s control and dominance, selfish greed even. With Tiny, even when he led, there was always care in his touch. His pleasure seemed inextricably tied to mine, as though he couldn’t enjoy himself unless I was satisfied first.
I increased my pace, chasing the building tension low in my belly. Tiny’s hands slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in time with my movements. The added stimulation pushed me closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his own release. “Take what you need.”
My rhythm faltered as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. “Tiny,” I gasped, my thighs trembling with the effort to maintain my position. “I’m coming!”
“I know,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let go. I’ve got you.”