“So fucking tight.”
Erica wrapped her arms around his back, holding on as he made love to her. He pulled out of her so only the head of his cock remained before ramming inside in a hard thrust. The depth of his cock bumping her cervix made her pleasure mingle with the sharp point of pain. The sensation was intoxicating to her. He grasped her hands, holding them above her head. She couldn’t move. He plunged inside her, over and over again taking her to the peak but denying her the edge of release.
“I can feel your pussy tightening around me. I love you, Erica.”
“I love you, too. Fuck me, Chris. Please.”
She felt alive under his touch. Erica pressed her pelvis up meeting him half-way. They were making love, coming together as lovers on equal footing. He held her, pulling his body away from her.
“Look at us, Erica. Watch me take you.” She stared down the line of their bodies and saw his hard condom-covered cock disappearing inside her. She didn’t like the sight of the condom.
“Chris, I have the injection to stop pregnancy, and I’m clean. Are you clean?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I trust you.” She knew in her heart their circumstances were different. Her heart and gut were telling her to follow this path. “Take the condom off. I want to feel you inside me.”
She had never been so bold with him before in her life.
Chris moved out of her, tore the condom off, and plunged back inside her. Their cries mingled in the air. The feel of him felt different. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She sat up, her breasts swinging free.
He cupped her breasts in his palm, his thumbs stroking her nipples. The length of his cock went deeper inside her from the angle where they sat.
She went to her knees with his assistance.
“Ride me, baby.”
Erica loved it when he called her baby. The word felt very personal and intimate. Most people called her by her given name. Closing her eyes, she arched her back, lifting up from his cock before sinking back down. She gasped at the power the position gave her. She was in control.
“That’s it. Let me see your pleasure. Take what is yours.”
And she did. She rode him, taking everything he had to offer. When he was satisfied, he spun her on her back. He opened her legs wide, slamming inside her.
“Touch yourself, like I showed you.”
She reached down between their bodies. Her fingers found her slick clit. She moaned as he pushed inside her, flattening her palm over her clit. The pain and feel of her palm over her clit sent her over the edge. She screamed, rubbing herself while he pounded inside her pussy.
He moaned, and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. She squeezed her pussy tight, holding him in a firm grip. He pressed inside her twice more before he seated himself to the hilt. The pulse of his semen squirted inside her. He collapsed against her, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck as his cock jerked inside her. The last of his release flooded her womb. She held him in silence. There was no need for words to be spoken. He stayed like that for some time, his cock flaccid but still inside her. She knew his cum must be leaking out of her.
She didn’t care. All she wanted to do was hold the man she’d been in love with for most of her adult life. The pain of the past floated away. She knew in her heart and mind she would forgive him. They had learnt from the mistakes of the past. Living them daily would only hurt them.
“I forgive you,” she whispered the words. His reaction shocked her. He sobbed against her neck. His tears were the most precious thing of all. She’d never known a man to cry. Chris Sinclair was a hard man. The tears being spilt were not to be mocked but cherished.
“Shh,” she said. She moved the hair off his face and lifted him up. Tears fell in a long line down his face. “You don’t need to cry.”
“I know.” He kissed her lips before pulling out of her. Chris picked her up, leading her into the bathroom.
He ran them both a bath, soaking her body and kissing her throughout it all. Next, he helped her out, dried her, and carried her back to bed. She worried about his arms because she wasn’t a small woman. She loved to eat and refused to be ashamed of it. He tucked her into bed with him beside her, his arm around her waist. They lay together. She stroked his arm as his breathing changed, letting her know he was asleep.
She smiled thinking about the man in her arms. The Chris Sinclair of the past wouldn’t have cried. She knew she’d made the right decision. Her nerves were focused, and the love inside her was blooming bigger and brighter than before.
Chapter Ten
The following morning, his father was allowed to go home. He’d been advised to rest and relax, with no strenuous work. Chris didn’t know if his father could cope with being told what to do by a younger doctor. David believed hard work was something every man should do to bring back the bread for the family. Chris knew Molly had backed off with the divorce. She’s told him while they were waiting for the discharge papers. There was a lot she needed to talk about, but being inside a hospital was neither the time nor the place to have a long discussion, and Chris respected that. He knew that she spent a great deal of time caring for David. Trent had grabbed his stuff before leaving again for wherever he was going. John and Luke left as well. Molly would be on her own caring for David in that big house with so many memories. Chris knew they needed their privacy. He just hoped both of them came out of it loving each other the way they were supposed to be for the last couple of years. Whatever had gone down between them needed to be settled between them. He and his brothers needed to stay out of it.