As much as I would have loved to pull away and tease her until she was begging me to let her come, my cock needed in on the action before my balls exploded. So, I shoved two fingers into her pussy, curling them until I found her g-spot. I licked and sucked and fingered until she was writhing so hard she was practically levitating.
Monica spoke in tongues as she found her release and soaked my fingers. I didn’t let up until she was a blubbering post-coital mess. Then I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and popped them into my mouth. She tasted every bit as sweet as I remembered, and she watched with hooded eyes as I licked my digits clean of her juices.
Her eyelids drifted closed. Giving her a minute to recover, I retrieved a condom from my wallet, rolled it on, and flopped down on the bed beside her.
Turning her head to face me, she opened one eye. “Change of plans. You’re gonna have to get on top. I don’t think I can move.”
While I appreciated the nod to my skills, I was determined not to hurt her. Feathering my fingertips down her arm, I said, “I feel like I should get a note from your doctor first. Especially for the nasty shit I want to do to you.”
“Next appointment, I’ll take in one of those pain scales and ask how hard you’re allowed to fuck me.”
I squeezed a breast. “That mouth. I don’t know whether to kiss it or shove my dick in it.”
“You sweet talker, you.”
Leaning over her, I took her mouth again. As her soft lips pressed against mine, my fingers dipped down to play with her pussy. She was still dripping wet, so I spread her juices over her lower lips, swirling them around her clit. She moaned against my lips, and I rolled her to her side with her back facing me. She smelled of the shea butter cream she had me use in her hair. Kissing her neck, I continued to stroke her folds.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I breathed against her skin, using my free hand to palm her round ass.
I played and teased and kissed and nibbled until she was panting with need. “Fuck me,” she said wiggling her ass against my achingly hard cock. “Make me come again.”
A more welcome request had never been muttered. Lining myself up at her entrance, I grabbed her hips and drove home, burying myself to the hilt. She gasped, and heat engulfed me, squeezing my cock in a silky softness that filled my vision with enough stars to make me want to sing the goddamn National Anthem.
Never had anyone fit so perfectly.
My balls drew up, screaming for release. Holding my breath, I prayed they’d shut the fuck up and not embarrass me. Then I really did sing the National Anthem. I thought about baseball, my sixth-grade erupting volcano science project, and anything else I could focus on to get myself under control. Once I was no longer in danger of becoming an erupting volcano myself, I released my breath and started moving.
Monica felt amazing. “Your pussy feels like it was made for my cock,” I said, driving deep inside her.
In response, she ground her fine ass against me, taking everything I gave her. “I love the way you fill me up. Harder.”
She was taking me to the edge again, and no thoughts of sports and childhood awkwardness had a chance of keeping me from tumbling over. Desperate to get her there with me, I squeezed her clit between my fingers. Her answering moan encouraged me to do my worst. Rubbing harder and faster, I brought my other arm around her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. We were as close as two people could get, but I wanted more.
I really did want all of her.
My lips found her neck again. I grazed my teeth along her skin and trapped her legs in mine. Every available inch of me was connected to her. I couldn’t have gotten closer if I tried. She squeezed my cock inside her and the edges of my vision went fuzzy.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know if she said it or I did, but we both reacted as if it were a demand. She squeezed me again, I pinched her clit, and we both went over the edge swearing.
Utterly satisfied, I got rid of the condom. Monica didn’t move an inch. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” I asked, removing my prosthetic leg and sliding back into the big spoon position.
“I’m not sure. We’re gonna have to try it again later to see.” Grabbing my hand, she tugged me even closer.
I never would have pegged her for a snuggler, but it was a nice surprise. She drifted off to sleep while I watched the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. For the first time in forever, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be. Nothing had ever felt more right than holding Monica.
***
I must have drifted off, because I opened my eyes to see the sky darkening outside Monica’s window. She was still tucked against my side sleeping soundly. I let my gaze roam over her, finally taking my time since she couldn’t catch me ogling her. She was always gorgeous, but seeing her so relaxed and vulnerable took her beauty to a whole new level. The pale scar marring her cheek and neck was also beautiful in its own way, setting her apart as a weathered survivor.
She was a fucking warrior.
Still, her questionable views on living unnerved me. Naomi was right to be worried about her friend. Despite all Monica’s joking, her smiles rarely reached her eyes, and a level of hopelessness sat just beneath her surface. She’d also lost a lot of weight since Naomi’s party, taking her build from athletic to slender and throwing up yet another warning sign.
I need to feed her.
The instinct was strong, making me aware that it was early evening, and I was reasonably sure she hadn’t eaten all day. Had she even eaten last night? I had no clue. Giving her a little squeeze, I kissed her temple. She stirred, stretching, but didn’t open her eyes.
