She’s curled her legs up closer to her when I come back, as if she was afraid I was planning to abandon her. As I sit back down on the bed next to her, I stroke a hand up her inner thigh. She’s still got her panties on; I’ll take care of that in a minute.
“I guess it’s my turn to patch you up,” I say softly.
She reaches toward me, brushing her fingers against my arm. “You don’t have to. I’m all right, really.”
“Shhh. Just let me do this.” I use the washcloth to gently clean her scraped knees and then daub ointment on them. “Better,” I tell her, and as I tape on a big, square Band-Aid, I lean over and kiss her thigh, right where the skin is softest, so close I can smell her musky sex.
She makes a soft noise and reaches for me, but I duck back. “Not yet. You have another knee, you know.”
I tend to that knee, kiss her other thigh—a little higher this time, because why not?—then move on to her banged-up elbows. It’s really not bad, but I still feel awful. Granted, my pushing her out of the way might have put her out of harm’s way as far as Romano was concerned, but I hate it that I hurt her.
I sort out her elbows, then I lie on top of her, supporting my weight so I don’t squash her. “Jess.” I kiss her. “Jess.”
“Yes?”
“Jess… I love you. Don’t leave me. Not ever.”
She smiles up at me and draws my face down for a kiss. “You can count on that, McAllister.”
We just kiss for a while then, and I reacquaint myself with her flavor. It’s been…what? I can’t even remember. A few days? A week? I can’t believe I let her disappear on me like that. It sure as hell won’t ever happen again. I stroke her tongue, explore the inside of her mouth. It’s lazy and slow, nothing like the urgent sex we’ve indulged in in the past. I’m going to make love to her, I decide. No more fucking.
Well, maybe some fucking. There’s something to be said, after all, for that hot, dirty, up-against-the-wall thing.
My hand starts to drift down her body, my rough fingertips tracing over her smooth skin. My dick’s gone rock hard—it’s in favor of the fucking, but I overrule it—and everything is starting to smell like sex. Jess lifts her knees, pressing her thighs on either side of my hips while she pulses softly under me.
I brush down her belly, headed for her pussy, and then—
I jerk back. “Jess?”
“What?” She sounds taken by surprise, but also a little irritated.
“Is it okay if we fuck? With the baby and all?”
She grabs my face and holds it steady so she can look directly into my eyes. “Yes. It’s okay. Don’t be silly.”
“Well, I don’t know this shit. I’m a guy.”
She reaches down and curls her fingers around my dick. “Oh really? I had no idea.” Then she tugs on me, and I close my eyes, the better to get myself back under control.
Lunging up again, she bites at my lip, and then we’re kissing again, harder now, and her mouth deep into mine while her hand starts to work my cock. God, it feels good. I’ve missed this so much. Not only the sex, but just being with her.
Also definitely the sex.
She’s rubbing my dick against her thigh, and her thigh is getting wetter and wetter, my cock moving more and more easily against her soft skin. I want to be inside her, but I also want this to last. If I could stay here forever, feeling the lust build inside me, feeling my balls start to draw up and the base of my spine start to tingle, I’d be a happy man.
My dick begs to differ. Apparently it has more explicit needs in life.
Jess has different ideas, too, but they’re not the ideas I expected. She clasps my ass and pulls at me, easing me up and over her rather than inside her. After a moment of tussling, I realize what she’s up to and let her do it.
I shift up, and she squirms down, and a moment later she’s got my dick in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, her hand clasping the shaft. I can feel her fingertips exploring the ridges of the big veins then tracing down until she’s cupping my balls. She rolls them between her fingers. I stiffen and begin a slow thrust into her mouth.
Jess seems to have no problem with this. In fact she shifts so I can get a bit deeper, and when I press against the back of her throat, she swallows. The pressure makes me crazy. God, what did I ever do to deserve this woman? It must have been good. Which makes me think it must have been in a previous life, because I know for a fact I never did anything worthy enough on this trip through mortality.
She’s digging into my ass now with her fingers, and I can feel the nails biting into my skin. I thrust harder, barely able to control the speed anymore. She makes a slight nodding motion, which I take as a signal that it’s okay for me to keep doing what I’m doing.