Chapter 18 #2
It was the most intense orgasm that I’d ever experienced in my life.
I was so slick by the time I came down from the orgasm that there was no way his hand wasn’t soaked.
I also didn’t know what to do.
Did I move?
Did I wake him up?
Did I…
I felt it when he woke.
He jerked and his breathing changed.
It took him a few seconds to orient himself, but when he did, his body went rigid with tension.
His finger moved inside of me, pressing deeper, and I pressed my hips against his cock, encouraging the movement.
His finger in my ass pressed deeper as well, and then he was shifting his hips on his own.
Not hard.
Not fast.
Just slow, sensual movements that I’d never before experienced.
It was so hot.
I figured he thought I was asleep still, because he tried to keep himself under control.
But there was no control to be had on either of our parts.
I tightened my leg around his hip and shifted us slightly, not quite giving my being awake away, but definitely letting my body do the talking.
As I shifted, it put my pussy straight against his cock, which was very much out of his underwear.
“Please,” I breathed.
Quietly.
But it was enough to let him know that I was awake.
And very much with him.
He shifted, shoving his underwear down with the fingers that weren’t currently filling my holes.
Seconds later, his cock was at my entrance and he was pushing inside.
His other hand was now on my hip, pushing me down to meet his thrust.
I cried out as excitement started to overwhelm me.
“I might or might not have an asthma attack,” I exhaled, my heart pounding and my breathing accelerated.
Two things that almost always caused me to have an asthma attack.
“We’ll work through it,” he growled through what sounded like clenched teeth.
We would.
I had a feeling he wouldn’t allow this to go any other way.
He growled when his cock was fully sheathed in my pussy.
Then his fingers shifted, the one coated in my release was now at my back entrance, slowly slipping inside.
I cried out and twisted my head, finding his pectoral underneath my mouth.
A field of poppies covered his chest, and I bit down right over his heart as I started to come for a second time.
“Motherfucker.”
His arm went around my body like an unmovable band, and he was pumping into me ferociously.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight and wet.”
I was.
Very tight.
And very wet.
A great combination I was sure, because he was coming inside of me short moments later.
I felt the hot jets of his cum filling me up and groaned.
His breathing slowed, but mine only ramped up.
Soon, I was wheezing.
He sat up and took me with him, keeping his cock lodged deep.
Then we were in his bathroom and he was ripping open the medicine cabinet.
He had an inhaler there waiting.
I didn’t think to ask why he had some of my prescription medication, and instead chose not to look a gift horse in the mouth when he shook it, ripped the white cap off, then placed it to my lips.
I nodded, and he depressed the button, causing the medicine to release into my mouth.
The sharp tang coated my tongue as I inhaled deeply, trying to get as much as I could into my lungs.
“There you are,” he said when my breathing started to slow.
I tightened my legs around his waist and he grunted in reaction.
He kept the inhaler in his hand and walked us over to the shower.
With a flick of his wrist, the water was on high, and he was once again holding me with both hands.
I looked down into his eyes, so light brown today that it looked like warm champagne.
His eyes missed nothing as he inspected my gaze, searching for a worry he would not find.
“You okay?” he asked eventually.
I nodded, bringing both of my hands up to his chin and cupping the sharp lines of his jaw. “More than okay.”
His eyes closed briefly for one long moment, then he opened them again and stepped into the shower.
It was hot.
Way hotter than I would’ve expected him to like.
He twisted us the moment we were inside and placed my back against the warm wall, letting the water pound down on him.
Then he pulled out and started to thrust again.
We were so slick with our combined juices that it felt insanely erotic.
And his eyes never left mine as he slowly fucked me.
This time, there was no intense buildup. Just the slowest, sweetest of releases.
When I came, he followed, and then he was stepping back into the shower spray, dousing us both with the warm water. Still connected to me.
He washed me almost reverently.
His tattooed hands looked almost obscene against my pale, white skin.
Darkly tanned and colored, he looked like the villain and me the fair maiden.
When it came time for him to clean himself, he reluctantly let me go, and my feet hit the tile.
He pulled out, and I felt a rush of sadness at his departure.
I wanted him to stay inside of me forever.
Which was wholly impossible.
We’d never get anything done.
Not that it wouldn’t be a fun way to live…
“What’s with that smile on your face?” he asked.
“Just thinking about you staying inside of me forever,” I admitted.
He pulled the showerhead from the wall and guided my head back before wetting my hair completely.
I groaned and leaned into him, finding his cock still hard.
My lips twitched, and his mouth was suddenly there, kissing the life out of me.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.
But for me, for once, not in a bad way.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. “No danger of another attack.”
“Good,” he growled. “We’ll keep this close today.”
My brows rose. “Are we doing it again?”
His lips tipped up at one corner. “You have the day off. I own my own business. I’m not seeing anything wrong with spending the day inside of you.”
My face flushed. “I’m on birth control. The implant.”
“Good,” he said. “That means we can keep doing this without feeling guilty about it.”
That we could.
That we could.