"Have I exhausted you already?"
"Not nearly," he replied. "But I want you to come before I fuck you and then after."
A small corner of my brain revolted at the idea of forcing that much structure onto sex but the rest of my brain was obsessed with how amazing everything felt. "Is that what you want?"
"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his lips on my neck, my earlobe. "Let me soften you up before I flip you over and fuck you so hard you feel it in your throat. Then I'll suck your cock until you forget how to form words. Let me do that for you, baby. Give me this big, big body and all these stupid muscles. Give it all to me. Let me have it, let me have you."
Tom skimmed his hand down my side, the backs of his fingers and knuckles, and that touch was enough to set me off, my length pulsing against his as I erupted.
And I was still spurting all over us when he shifted to his knees, saying, "I'll be right back."
I wasn't certain how I felt about being left alone with a puddle of fluid on my belly and a need for something more thrumming in my blood but Tom wasn't gone long enough for me to generate an opinion in one direction or another.
"Are you comfortable on your belly?" He nodded toward the gunshot wound as he tore open the condom packet. "Obviously, I don't want to do anything that puts strain on your arm or—"
"Come here." I watched as he rolled down the condom and then beckoned him toward me. He obeyed, crawling up the bed until I was caged beneath him. "You did this. You take care of it."
He followed my gaze to the wet spot on my belly and bowed his head, sweeping his tongue over my skin in luscious swirls. He made slow work of it, taking his time licking everywhere but my rapidly lengthening cock.
"More," I demanded, and he complied, sucking medeep deep deep. But it wasn't as simple as a cock and mouth. He was busy edging my thighs apart, rolling my sac in his palm, pushing two, then three fingers inside me and working me where I needed it.
He pulled off, his lips shiny as he asked, "Ready?"
I nodded, a sharp quip on my tongue about him being a good boy and waiting his turn, but the words evaporated in my throat as he shoved into me. I couldn't believe the thick, unyielding throb of him. Every inch of me burned for him, for more.
"I'm officially obsessed with your ass," Tom said as he held himself still, his eyes closed and his lips parted. "Fucking obsessed."
He rested his palms on my thighs, his thumbs circling the tender inner skin as he rocked inside me. I met every thrust with a growl and a vicious snap of my hips. "You should be. My ass is incredible."
Leaning forward, he pressed the heel of his palm to the center of my chest, anchoring me in place as he pounded me. He could've taken the iron spike that was my cock in hand or teased my balls but held me there, staring into my eyes as he took complete possession of me.
With that knowledge setting my skin on fire, I fell apart. I came with an unholy shudder and shout that kicked Tom over the edge too, moaning, "You fucking ass genie, what did you just do to me?"
It wasn't supposed to be funny at all but I burst out laughing just the same and there we were, laughing and fucking and coming and holding each other like this,thiswas the only way we'd ever have sex again.
* * *
Naturally,we showered together the next morning. I still needed help with my back and Tom needed me teasing his ass. It worked out beautifully for all involved, save for the small issue of Tom running empty on fresh clothes. In our haste to attack each other last night, we'd failed to bring any of our new purchases inside with us, leaving him to choose between his day-old suit and my oversized jeans and flannels.
"Walk of shame chic it is," he said, shaking out his trousers.
"I don't know what you usually do on Saturdays but my schedule is wide open and I like your face."
"Your schedule isn't the only thing wide open, honey," he said, shooting a pointed glance at my naked body.
"I'm air drying," I said in explanation, not bothering to close my legs or cover myself with my towel. He liked looking at me and I liked being seen. "Can we get back to the day ahead, please?"
"I do have some plans today," Tom said as he tucked in his shirt. "If you're all right with visiting my place, you're welcome to come along."
I sat up, buzzing the towel over my wet hair. "Yes, please."
We dressed in comfortable silence and, at Tom's insistence, we gave the apartment a quick clean-up to address last night's energetic arrival. Since I knew Will and Shannon would be in the kitchen with the babies and I wanted them to know I was taking off, we made a quick detour to the main house.
Everything was right with the world. Happy, fuzzy hormones made my body feel like sun-warmed sand. I felt righteously used and degraded in a real nice way. My man was a dirty sex maniac and I loved it. Things were finally on the up.
But then we bumbled into the kitchen with our sex-rosied cheeks and hands tangled together, and my fucking parents were sitting at the table with Abby and Annabelle on either side of them.
"Oh my god," I wheezed, dropping Tom's hand and taking an enormous step away from him. "Weren't you two supposed to be in Vermont?"
