She turns over, taking my arm and keeping it around her chest, making me snuggle her. This is the side I can lie on the easiest. No side is pain free, but the other is so bad it wakes me repeatedly, even with the meds.
I hold her as tightly as my injuries allow. It occurs to me that as much as I love having sex with her, getting to just sleep in a bed with her means even more. This isn’t only about sex—not that I’m sure it ever was. We’re bonded now, and I’ll never let anything break that bond.
Her breathing slows and softens. My chest swells with so much emotion, I’m unsure I can contain it. I might be beaten and broken, but I’m happy.
My eyes close, despite the pounding pain in my face, and I drift.
As I surfacefrom the dream, where I was being chased by the guard from the institution, waving his severed penis in his hand, I struggle to get my bearings. What woke me?
Swallowing against a dry mouth, I realize that Ophelia is making soft, snuffling sounds, and pushing back against me.
My brain comes online real quick as it hits me that she’s having a dream and it sounds pretty damn erotic.
Her nightdress has risen high, baring her ass and pussy, and as she wriggles her bottom against me, I feel her wet heat against my thigh.
Holy shit. I’m instantly, achingly hard.
“Hhmmm, yes, Malachi,” she murmurs.
I’d drop my jaw open if it didn’t fucking hurt so much. Malachi? Why not me? I’m the one with her. The idea that she’s dreaming of him, not me, sparks something dark in me. I don’t mind sharing, but she pickedmeto be with her tonight. But no, everyone has to love the guitar playing, eyeliner wearing one the most. I roll my eyes. I don’t mean it, really. Mal is my best friend, and I get it.
Our conversations in the safe house drift to me. The way she’d basically given us free use. The way she’d given me permission to fuck her even while she slept.
I bite back a groan as my dick throbs and a bead of arousal coats my tip. I reach between our bodies, taking care not to jostle her and rub my thumb around the sensitive head.
Holy fuck. I’m so battered and bruised, but like this? On my good side, with her pussy right-the-fuck-there, and her asleep? I could just slip it in, right? I mean, I’d barely have to move.
God, she iswet, so she’s horny, too. She needs it as much as I do. My girl wants relief, or her poor pussy will ache all night and she won’t be able to rest.
I tell myself I’m being a gentleman. I’m not. I’m being a selfish bastard listening to the devil on my shoulder telling me todo the thing, even if it’s wrong. It feels even more wicked with her friend downstairs, and the guys in another room.
She lets out a small moan and clenches her thighs together, squirming against the mattress. Fuck it.
I scoot closer, hissing as I jostle my ribs. I can’t believe how horny I am for this girl. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be up for fucking anyone else in this amount of pain.
“I’ve got you, my pretty Pet,” I whisper. It’s so quiet I can barely hear it myself. “I’ll make it all better, just the way you need.”
Taking hold of my dick, I rub the head against her soaked pussy from behind. Jesus Christ, she’s so hot there. I push in, just the very tip, then hold still and don’t move.
I’ve never done this before, and, instead of giving in to the urge to thrust, I let myself feel everything. While meditating, one of the things I do is become hyperaware, and I let that happen now.
Her breathing grows smoother again, as if she’s fallen into deeper sleep. The wind outside moans around the water tower, low and melancholy.
The sheets are soft against my skin, but even that hurts. The only thing that doesn’t hurt is my dick. That’s in heaven. Encased in warm, wet fucking heaven.
The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. My dick pulses, just from being inside her. She must feel it, as she gives a little whimper and her pussy tightens around me. I place my lips to her shoulder, absorbing her warmth and the softness of her skin. It’s all I can think about—these two places where our bodies touch. My mind and body are completely focused.
Being somewhat spiritual, I’ve read about tantric sex but never tried it. I never believed I had the patience for it, but I’m beginning to rethink that. It’s an incredible experience being held inside the body of another person when they’re not even aware of it.
Needing just that bit more, I push in another inch.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan quietly. “So tight and wet, baby.”
I’m talking to her even though she can’t hear me. Even though she’s asleep.
Slowly, breathing deeply, I nudge my hips until I’m all the way in, and then I simply stay there. Balls deep and enjoying the hell out of the way the pleasure and endorphins stop the pain the way the meds haven’t been able to.
I reach around her body and slip my hand up under her shirt to cup her bare breast. I run my thumb over her nipple. It’s already hard, but it tightens and puckers under my touch. Is she still asleep? I can’t see how she can be with my cock fully embedded inside her, and me playing with her nipple, but if she is awake, she hasn’t given me any sign.
