"That's it, baby," I encourage her. "Touch yourself. Show me what you like."
Her hand snakes between our bodies, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I fuck her. I can't take my eyes off her face – the pleasure written there, the wonder, the building tension. This woman stood by my side when I needed her most. This woman saved me, and I'll make up for it. I'll take care of her like the goddess she is and give her everything.
My hand moves to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. Her pussy clenches around me in response, and I groan, the sensation almost overwhelming.
"James," she pants, "I'm close... I'm going to cum again."
"Me too," I admit, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. "Fuck, I used to last a lot longer, but..."
Eighteen months without sex has clearly fucked up my endurance. But I'll get better with time and practice, because no way am I fucking her just this once. Once a day, maybe. Minimum.
I can feel her pussy clenching and pressing against my cock, the walls rippling around me. "You feel fucking incredible," I tell her, my voice rough and strained. "Cum for me, Rebecca. Let me feel you."
Hearing my trembling voice must do something to her, because she smiles, closes her eyes, and starts shaking. Her pussy squeezes my cock in rhythmic pulses, and I can't help but shoot load after load deep inside her. I don't even get to pull out because Rebecca places her legs around me and pulls my body closer, making sure I go nowhere. She wants all of my seed inside her, and I'm not about to deny her that.
"Fuck!" I groan, emptying myself completely, feeling her take every drop.
Sweat trickles down my toned chest, even wetting my bandage, and down Rebecca's cheeks and belly rolls. She looks insanely gorgeous – flushed, satisfied, her hair a wild halo around her face. I stay buried inside her for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before pulling out.
I sit beside her, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at my stitches. She notices immediately, her nurse instincts kicking in even as she lies there, gloriously naked and freshly fucked.
"We need to change your bandage," she says, struggling to sit up. "But first I need to go to the bathroom before your cum spills out all over your couch and floor."
I chuckle despite the pain and pull her in for a quick kiss. "I'll be right here, waiting for you."
"You'd better be," she says with surprising confidence, collecting her clothes and heading for the bathroom.
Alone for a moment, I look around the room, reality settling back in. I can't believe I'm out of prison illegally, have found the woman I'm already falling hard for, and am really thinking about becoming an Outlaw Order prospect. This is not how I envisioned my life outside prison, but now... Now, it feels right.
Rebecca returns, thick thighs swaying as she walks, wearing just her t-shirt and panties. She settles beside me on the couch, medical supplies in hand.
"Let me check your stitches," she says, her professional tone at odds with her disheveled appearance.
I allow her to remove my bandage, watching her face as she examines my wound. "Verdict, nurse?"
"You didn't tear them," she says, relief evident in her voice. "But you were lucky. No more strenuous activity until these heal properly."
"That was worth it," I tell her, catching her hand. "Every second."
She blushes, applying fresh antiseptic and a new bandage. When she's done, I pull her against my side, unwilling to let her go just yet.
"Stay with me," I say, and we both know I'm not just talking about right now.
"I'm thinking about it," she admits, her head resting on my shoulder. "Staying in Pine Haven."
"We could make a life here," I suggest, the idea forming as I speak it. "The MC can help us get new identities. Start fresh."
"A house," she says softly. "Something with a garden."
"I could work at the clubhouse with Dice," I continue, the future suddenly vivid in my mind. "You could... well, you could do whatever you want. Nurse, gardener, both."
"The Outlaw Order's personal medical staff?" she suggests with a small laugh.
"They'd be lucky to have you." I tilt her face up to mine. "I'm lucky to have you."
"Is this crazy?" she asks, vulnerability creeping into her voice. "We barely know each other."
"We know enough," I tell her with certainty. "The important parts. The rest we learn day by day."
