She turned her head and pressed kisses to his throat and suckled on his thick, muscular shoulder. “Can we? Again? I mean?”
He swept his hands up her back, under her hair. “Yeah, but it’ll take longer, and I don’t want you to be sore. Rest for me. We’ll see what happens, okay?”
“All right,” she said with a contented sigh. She rested her head on his chest, listening in bliss to the sound of his heartbeat under her ear. She gently pressed her hips to him, enjoying the feel of him inside her, delighting that every time she did his heart rate sped up a bit and he felt thicker and harder. He gently stroked her back and her ass, and his hot hands left a trail of warmth over her skin.
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She flexed her hips again and moaned when she felt him thrust gently into her, pressing on her clit as he did. She braced her hands on his shoulders, lifted her chest off of his, and began to move, slowly grinding and rolling her hips over him. She was in the perfect position, her clit brushing his pubic bone with each stroke as he thrust into her throbbing, wet pussy.
“You feel so good. I love you, angel, so much.”
His hands slid down her back again, and he closed his eyes as the tension in his body began to crest. She moved wantonly over him, dragging her clit over his cock again and again. He grasped her hips, and he began pumping into her fiercely. His face looked like he was in agony, and coupled with the groans coming from his chest, she might have thought he was in pain.
She propped herself up on him and rode his cock hard, her breaths rapid and high-pitched as her orgasm began to build up inside her. A smile crossed her lips as she experienced that beautiful moment of certainty that she was about to come. He gripped her ass firmly and pumped with several short strokes, and they both cried out at the same moment as he tensed under her, flooding her pussy again with his cum. She cried out again as multiple aftershocks raced through her before she collapsed, writhing on top of him.
Once they’d recovered, he gently lifted her and pulled out. His seed and her cum from her earlier orgasms leaked from her cunt onto him.
“I got you all messy, honey,” she said with a contented sigh as she snuggled back onto his chest.
“Do you want another shower?”
She lifted her head. “No, I want to stay this way with you, right now. In the morning I’ll bathe again.” She yawned sleepily as she curled closer to him, her head back on his chest.
After falling asleep, she must have rolled off of him because she woke during the night with him spooned behind her. She was curled in a ball with a pillow between her knees, and her head rested on his warm biceps. He’d gathered her to him and had fallen asleep holding her this way. Snuggled into his warmth, she felt safe and secure. He’d even pulled the covers over them. She clasped her fingers in his, relaxed in sleep. As he continued dreaming, he unconsciously squeezed her hand, and she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.
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Chapter Seventeen
Eli ran along the cold white-tiled hallway in his fuzzy blue slipper socks.
The cast on his left arm bumped against his sore ribs. Tears flooded his eyes as he sobbed quietly and stopped running, momentarily disoriented. The nurse’s station was ahead of him, and he knew if he went that direction the sweet nurses would see him and return him to his room. He needed to find the little church where he could feel better and chase away the nightmares.
The bandage over his right eye was damp from his tears and had started to come loose. He wanted to pull it off, but his eye hurt, and the nurses told him to not pull it off or he might hurt himself worse. They were so sweet and doing their best to help him feel better. He didn’t want to upset them, so he left it alone and tried to ignore the sodden feel of it.
He turned back on silent feet and padded back down the hall, took a left turn, and found the familiar room. He’d missed it earlier because of his cry-baby tears. He silently pushed open the door because there might be someone in here and he didn’t want to be seen. Someone sat hunched over a pew in the front, a man. He silently dropped down to his hands and knees and crawled along the back wall, keeping away from the quietly sobbing man. He crept to the darkened back corner and curled up in a pew. There was a Bible sitting on the seat, and he placed his hand under his cheek and rested his head on it, waiting for the man to leave. He listened as the man sobbed softly and thought he sounded like his heart was broken. Maybe he had bad dreams, too.
He prayed to God and asked him to help Mom feel better so they could go on to Grandma and Grandpa’s. He asked God if she was hurting to fix her or heal her and make her feel better. He woke in a daze as soft hands smoothed his hair and touched his cheek. He looked up into deep blue eyes and knew he was dreaming again. “You can’t stay here, Eli. Come with me so you can rest.” Gentle arms picked him up, and he was lovingly carried