Hollyn keens, “Holy shit, that was hot.”
“Needed to taste you,” I barely get the words past my lips before I slam my mouth against hers.
While I don’t want to share her taste with anyone, even her, I hope she can taste herself on my tongue. The feeling doesn’t make any damn sense.
But I’m here for it all the same.
I drive my hips forward and pull them back faster and harder, driving her into the wall and pinning her in place with my body. The way she touches me is all spurs and fiery pleas.
Our breathing is labored and when her body locks up and I feel every squeeze of her pussy as she comes, I’m relieved.
And addicted.
I already know I’m going to need to feel her clench around me as many times a day as I can. I’m sure I can’t live inside of her, but if I could it would be a dream come fucking true.
She’s gasping my name, her nails finding purchase on my slick skin and holding firm. The way her body clings to mine,completely, trustingly, is heady. Everything inside of me is spinning and still at the same time.
It’s a conundrum. A collection of feelings that are almost too much, but in the sweet agony there is healing. And something more. A deeper sense that is special with her. For her. All because of her.
The connection between us unfurls with a glory reserved for moments in life which don’t feel real because they are almost too perfect.
Too beautiful.
Too full.
Too right.
And this all happened because of a breakdown. But it wasn’t just her car. It was a breakdown of time, space, and spirit. One that brought her to my door and into my life. It wasn’t a fluke, it was fate.
What she doesn’t know, what I can’t possibly say, is I won’t be letting her go anytime soon.
My fingers tighten on her flesh as my balls draw up, and my body starts to tingle. My thrusts become shallow and sharp. The need that’s been riding me since the moment I saw her is driving me closer to the edge. I’m close to filling her with my cum.
“Elwood,” she pleads, “fill me up.”
Her words push me over the edge. I use my entire body to press her against the wall, the air seizing in my lungs as I fill her to the hilt with my cock. I roar out a benediction, garbled as it is, with the first jerk of my cock inside her.
Air saws in and out of my lungs while my eyes squeeze shut. My knees are barely holding me up as I shift my woman in my arms, using a hand to brace us against the wall.
The way she’s holding onto me makes me feel like she’s as lost to what this is as I am. It makes me wonder if she feels this and if she can trust it. Will she leap?
Trying to ground myself, I press kisses to her collarbone and up her neck until I can pull back enough to look down into her green eyes. Fuck, they’re beautiful.
Hollyn doesn’t even realize how much she’s bewitched me. She doesn’t see herself as I see her. It’s a shame, but I’ll figure out how to show her.
She deserves to know just how special she is.
“Are you okay?”
I can’t help but ask, needing to know, needing the words.
A soft smile graces her lips before she giggles softly. We both let out a groan at the way she tightens around me when she laughs. It’s almost too much. My cock is sensitive and from the way Hollyn’s eyes widen, she is too.
When I pull out of her, I make sure to be gentle while keeping a hold of her. Her cheeks turn pink and it has nothing to do with the warmth of the shower. Even though we’re quiet, just soft murmurs and gentle caresses, I keep her close.
Because I need it.
“Ready for bed?” I ask the question softly as I finish drying her off.
