She used the moisture my dick was spreading around to glide her hand over the topside of my dick as she continued to pull me through her folds and rock her clit against me. She was panting underneath me and her eyes were at half-mast as a small smile played around her mouth.
“I see that newfound integrity of yours trying to make an appearance. I’m beating it to the punch.” She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist as just the tip, the leaking, aching tip hit her soft spot and sank inside. It was barely anything, but both of us groaned at the contact and went still as the impact of how it felt to be together, the power of being with someone that understood exactly what they were getting from the other with no unrealistic expectation hit us.
She was right. This was right.
This was the only moment in my entire life where I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing precisely what I was supposed to be doing.
I let her fall back to the mattress with a little thud and pushed deeper into her. I couldn’t bottom out, thrust into her with the wild abandon that I wanted to without a condom on, but I wanted to know how she would feel. I didn’t want to be able to wash her off or wipe her away either. The press of my hips into hers made her body move on the bed and we both went still as she sucked in a sharp breath and let out a cry of pain. It wasn’t the good kind.
She blinked wide eyes up at me and wiggled where she was impaled on my greedy cock. Her eyebrows lifted and she moved her good hand to the center of my chest, where she raked her fingers through my chest hair. “That’s not going to work.”
I snorted out a laugh and pulled out of her body. My dick was instantly furious with me and I smiled at her as a frown pulled at her pretty features at the loss of our connection.
No one ever missed me when I was gone, but she couldn’t even stand the scant few inches that separated us. It made me feel more powerful and more important than anything in my life ever had.
“I told you, I solve problems and I always figure out a solution.” I lowered my head so I could kiss the tip of each of her breasts, then crawled up and over her, making sure to keep clear of her long hair as I went. I didn’t want to pull on it in case the cut on her scalp was still tender. I put my back to the wall and stretched my legs out in front of me, crooking a finger at her. “Come over here and bring the condoms with you.”
She twisted around, grabbed the packet like I asked, and then inched on her knees so she was kneeling next to me. I put my hands on her hips as she straddled me and then took the rubbers from her so I could cover myself since there was no way she could do it with one hand. She curled her arm around my neck and was nuzzling her nose into the side of my throat, her damp tongue darting out to taste my skin. I shivered all over when she traced my scar from where it started behind my ear to where it ended at the hollow of my throat with a long, wet swipe. I wanted to tell her to stop. I was scared she could taste how dirty and vile all the things that had led up to me earning that mark were. It was my fate carved into my skin and I didn’t want her corrupted by what was. I wanted her turned on and dreaming of what could be.
Once I was sheathed in latex, I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her far enough away from my chest that I could look her in the eyes. The blue of her gaze blazed like a torch and the flush in her face made her look like the fairytale princess I’d accused her of being.
“We need to keep your shoulder still and braced the best we can. You aren’t ready to ride yet, Pop-Tart. And as much as I love the idea of getting to watch those unbelievable tits bouncing while you fuck me, the idea of how uncomfortable that will be for you kills my hard-on. I think what we need to do is flip the script.” I lifted my chin and circled a finger in the air in front of her wide eyes. “Turn around and face away from me.” She lifted a questioning eyebrow but did as I said. I groaned at the vision of her perfectly rounded ass nestled against my groin and couldn’t resist taking a minute to trace the adorable little divots she had at the base of her spine. “Sit on my cock, Echo. Take me all the way in and once I’m as deep as I can go, lean back against my chest so I can hold your upper body still while we tear each other apart.”
She put her working hand on my thigh and crossed the other one protectively over her chest. She looked at me over her shoulder, watching as I stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped functioning when she started to take me slowly into her welcoming body. She was molten hot and silky smooth. She was tight and fitted around me like she was custom made to take my cock. She pulsed in time to my heartbeat and whispered my name like it was the only word she remembered how to say.