She moans again when my hips begin to move, slowly pumping into her mouth. When I see her hand slip down between her legs, I fucking lose it. I need to touch her pussy too. No I need to fuck it. She’s won. My little vixen has won. She’s gonna get her way.
My need to be inside her takes over as my hands move from her hair to under her arms. I lift her in one swoop and carry her over to the bed. “I give up,” I admit as I lay her down and climb on top of her. “I need to be inside you, babe.” She grins when she realises she’s going to get her way.
“Thank God,” she whimpers, smiling triumphantly. It makes me chuckle.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whisper before my mouth covers hers.
She opens her legs wide and I settle in between them. I’m so desperate for this that I don’t even take the time to feel if she’s ready for me. I know damn well she will be. As soon as I grab my cock and slide it against her pussy, I groan. I was right. She’s fucking dripping.
My body starts to shake with anticipation as I line myself up with her opening. I’ve been dying to sink into her heaven for weeks. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. She consumes me.
As soon as I slip the head inside her she whimpers. When I push all the way in, we moan in unison. Home. That’s what it feels like—fucking home. As much as I want to pound into her tight pussy right now, I don’t. She’s still so fragile and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
She, of course, has other ideas. Her hands slide down the length of my back before resting on my arse. Her fingers dig into my cheeks, pushing me further inside her. “Fuck me, Carter,” she begs. “Don’t hold back. I need this.”
I can’t resist her. How can I deny her? I’ve denied her long enough. My hand moves to grasp her hip. “Okay,” I say hesitantly. “Don’t move though. Let me do all the work.”
“Just fuck me,” she begs as her fingers dig deeper into my flesh. If my girl wants me to fuck her, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I start to pump into her in short, fast, and hard strokes. Fuck she feels amazing. I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last.
Within minutes she starts to moan loudly as her orgasm takes hold. As soon as I feel her pussy clench around my cock, I lose it. I drive into her a few more times before I still. My body trembles as I spill my seed deep inside her.
When I open my eyes again, I see her smiling up at me. It’s a smile lined with pure bliss, but I also see a hint of gloating. She fucking played me. She played me good. “Are you okay?” I ask as my hand brushes the hair back off her face.
“I’m wonderful,” she replies. That makes two of us. It’s not until I pull out of her that I realise I didn’t wrap my cock. Fuck. I came inside her. “Are you okay, Carter?” she asks when she notices the panic on my face.
“I didn’t wear a condom. Shit.” I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid.
“Hey,” she says reaching up to stroke my face. “I’m on the pill. Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” It’s easy for her to say. I know she’s probably right, but it doesn’t stop the churning in my gut. What if it’s not?
The three of us headed back to Sydney Monday morning for Indiana’s last bout of treatment. I pray the radiation has been successful. I can’t stand to see her sick like this anymore.
Megan is staying with her parents while we’re in Sydney, but has been coming with us daily to the hospital. It’s been nice to have someone sit with me while we wait for Indi to get done.
The first morning, Megan asked me if I wanted to go for coffee while we waited for Indiana. I said no. Technically I know there’s nothing I can do while she’s in there, but if this is the closest I can get to her while she’s having the treatment, then this is exactly where I’m gonna stay.
She ended up disappearing for a few minutes, coming back with a coffee for both of us before taking a seat beside me. That became our ritual for the next four days. We’d both hugged and kissed Indi, and wished her luck before she disappeared through the doors. Meg would then go and get our coffees, and we’d sit in silence until she re-emerged.
I could clearly see the worry on Megan’s face as the week progressed and Indi became sicker. I’d like to think I’m used to it by now, but truth is, I’m not.
Thursday morning, when Megan and I are alone outside the treatment room, she asks, “Has she been this sick throughout the whole treatment?”
“Pretty much,” I reply. She goes quiet. When I look over at her, I see the silent tears streaming down her face. I don’t know what to do, or what to say, so I just reach over and grasp my hand around hers. I love that she cares about my girl as much as I do.