I felt a lump in my throat, as I stared at this man who understood me so well, that he not only washed himself clean, but also made sure I knew, so I could just enjoy whatever came next.
“I’m sorry-”
“Nope. No sorries. Just… it was kind of a travesty to get rid of your taste, Caroline. You taste like the sweetest fucking cherry pie,” he grinned wolfishly, “see what I did there? Cherry, ha!”
My emotions had been starting to overwhelm me at his kindness, but now he had me giggling again, and I don’t know if he realised just how much I needed that to chase away the intrusive thoughts sometimes.
“Mind if I fuck you now? I’m kinda horny,” he rested his hands on the fastenings of his jeans, and I nodded eagerly.
“Please, Harley! I’d… I’d help you, but I’m too weak after my orgasm…”
“Too weak, huh? I orgasmed all the strength out of those little arms, did I? Damn… guess I’ll have to do all the work then. You just lay there and take it, baby.”
He stripped off in record time, that wolfish grin returning as he eased a condom over his rigid cock, and stroked it once.
“Okay…” he murmured, as he reached down and wrapped his arms around my thighs, suddenly dragging me toward him. I let out a panicked squeak, but that panic rapidly turned to arousal. He was so strong, and he was just moving me where he wanted me. My ass was now near the end of the mattress, and that’s when I realised he wasn’t letting go of my legs.
“I went easy last time, what with it being your first, but do you think you can take it a little harder tonight?”
Harder?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
HER LITTLE FACE WAS a picture, as she stared up at me with wide eyes. Hell yeah I wanted to fuck her harder this time, but only if she thought she could handle it. It was only her second time, so I didn’t want to scare her or hurt her. I wasn’t going to fuck her like a savage, just take things up a notch.
“Let me show you, baby,” I whispered, my voice almost guttural with need. I eased my cock deep inside that slick pussy of hers, and we both groaned softly as we came together, connected so deeply and intimately that we were like one.
“Yell stop if you want me to…” I grinned wickedly at her when those giggles erupted again. I fucking loved the sound of her when she was so free and at peace. When her mind wasn’t clouding experiences that should be fully lived and relished.
I held her legs up against my shoulders, and used them to tug her against me as I thrust deep, every single time, wanting her to feel me owning her. She was making the cutest little squeaks and yelps as I fucked her harder, her fingers fisting the bedding like she needed something to grab hold of, but her face, oh god,her face… it was getting pinker by the minute, as she overheated from the inside out, as I gave her everything she fucking needed. She looked completely blissed out, and when she orgasmed again? Fuck me, how’s a man supposed to hold back on his own fucking climax when a woman looks that devastatingly gorgeous? I felt the roaring heat of pleasure rocking through me as I braced myself on my hands, and emptied myself into her, or at least into that damn condom. Did I regret that I couldn’t feel her against my skin? Yes. But did I want to risk consequences she’d hate me for?God no.
“Wow. This is… why people end up… addicted…” Caroline gasped out, almost too softly for my ears to pick up. Her legs were trembling so I gently lowered them, and eased out of her.
“Addicted to you is what’s happening to me, little lady. You’re fucking intoxicating,” I murmured as I leaned down to kiss her, and then I headed back to the damn bathroom to get rid of that offensive fucking rubber cage, and that’s when my blood ran cold in my veins. What the… Did it split? Was it damaged? Was that cum on the outside of it?Fuck!
I frantically checked it over, and I couldn’t find any holes or anything. Did I just get cum on my fucking fingers? Did I fuck up? Did I get it in her? Did I fucking ruin everything?
“Fuck!”
“H… Harley?”
“Just a minute,” I called back, forcing myself to think back to when I pulled out of her. Did it happen then? Did it happen when I took it off? Did I-
“Harley?” She was behind me, leaning heavily against the doorframe, as I stared at the fucking condom in my hand, my fingers covered in my own cum. What a disgrace. I couldn’t even keep the woman I loved safe, could I?
“Hey, what’s going on… is there… what’s that?” She leaned over to stare at my hands and gasped.
“Harley, look at me.”
I had to swallow hard, because meeting her gaze, and admitting to her that I may have just rendered the fucking protection useless, was making me too ashamed to even let her see me.
“Harley, please.”
I took a deep breath, lifting my gaze from my fingers.
“I think I… I think I fucked up, Caroline.”
Her eyes darted from my eyes to my fingers and back. “I don’t understand.”
