Chapter 45
Hattie
Kipp gently nipped along my neck, carefully avoiding tender spots.
We were finally home today after four days in the hospital, and he had gotten me bathed and into clean underwear and a T-shirt.
Having my hair washed was almost heaven, but sitting while he dried it nearly wore me out.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto our bed as he softly stroked lotion into my skin.
“How are you feeling? Do you think you could have some soup? Maggie left some in the fridge.”
My whole body was sore, but that wasn’t my main complaint right now. While I was tired, I wasn’t too tired. “Kipp …”
“Yes.” His hand crawled into my scalp, initially tender as his fingers moved through my hair.
“Can you stop treating me like I’m going to break?” I rasped out, grabbing his hand and dragging it down to my panties. My larynx had been bruised, and my voice was still sore. “I want you inside me.”
“Easy, you’re still tender.” He laughed a little when I frowned at him, but there’d been no mistaking the slight wince when I’d moved too fast. There were plenty of cuts and bruises.
Right now, my dislocated shoulder throbbed like the devil, but I was alive.
Even my broken ribs weren’t going to stop me, even though that pain was sharp as all hell.
I had pain meds on board now, so things were starting to feel nice and floaty.
“But … if you’re still, we can work this out. Can you be still, baby?”
I wasn’t sure that was possible when he was already pulling off my underwear and arranging my broken ankle up on a pillow, which angled my pussy for display.
Already, I was dying for relief, but even more than that, I wanted to press Kipp to me and embed him into my skin.
The whole incident made me want closeness more than anything else.
“Please, Kipp.”
“Whatever you want. You can have it.”
Shucking his shorts, his dick sprang free, and he stroked it and then pushed the head into me until I could feel him stretching me wide as he tunneled into me an inch at a time.
I wanted him to slam into me hard over and over again, but he wouldn’t do that when I was hurt.
Instead, he thrust into me slowly, making love to me until I was close, bending to kiss each one of my tears, massaging my clit until I fell into the stars.
He returned with a warm washcloth, gently wiping me. “I love you, Hattie. It scared the absolute shit out of me at the thought of you being taken away from me.”
“I love you too.” Twining his hand with mine, I drifted off to sleep, knowing there was nowhere else I’d rather be.