I slide one hand beneath her wet hair, touching the graceful curve of her neck. I continue kissing her gently, easing my way in. She glides her fingers up from my elbow to my shoulder, their touch barely a whisper over my flesh. Already it’s getting hot under the blanket, but I ignore my discomfort. There will be plenty of opportunities to thrust the covers off and fuck like there’s no tomorrow. Right now, I want to take things slow.
I release her lips and begin to kiss down her throat. She moans, rolling over onto her back to allow me better access. I follow her lead, closing my lips over her neck, loving the taste of her skin.
Sofia digs her fingers into my hair. Her chest arches toward me, still covered in its terrycloth shield. I decide that now’s the time for action, tossing the blanket away. I kiss her once more before pulling back to view my conquest. Even though she’s clearly been through a lot, she’s still gorgeous. She’s the woman I love, and nothing can take that away from me.
Sofia’s eyes soften, and she reaches one finger up to gently touch my nose. I wince in pain, having momentarily forgotten about my broken nose. Tears fill her eyes, and instantly, all I want to do is wipe them away.
“It’s not that bad,” I tell her.
“It looks bad,” she insists.
“Maybe you could kiss it and make it better,” I suggest with a grin.
She stretches up to kiss the bridge of my nose, and it hurts. But I don’t want her to stop. I run my hand along the curve of her shoulder, easing her onto her back. If I can just ignore all the places I was kicked and punched, I should be able to accomplish miracles for both of us. I’m ready to perform, in fact, I think if I don’t make love to her, I might explode.
I slip two fingers beneath her towel to undo the clasp. She has one corner tucked under the other, but it easily falls apart. I’m treated to a full view of her amazing body, perfectly preserved, even though we’ve been to hell and back.
I’m not wearing any clothes either, which is just perfect. My cock springs to life, wasting no time now that paradise is within my fingertips. I watch my fingers glide down her chest until they come to her right breast. Studying it as carefully as a studentwould study for a biology exam, I trace the outline before running the pad of my thumb over her nipple.
She stiffens immediately, reaching to grab me by the ears. Pressing her mouth to mine, she steals my breath, proving that she has some life left in her. I’m terrified of hurting her all over again, but she seems to have forgotten all the drama we’ve been through. I’ve awakened her lust, and it’s time to claim my prize.
I slide my hand down her torso to her hip, where my palm fits perfectly over her exquisite curve. I thrust my pelvis, and she responds by throwing one leg over mine, opening the way to her most intimate place.
All bets are off now. I’m barely in control. It’s all I can do to maintain the gradual pace I set. I dip my head to lick around her areola, nudging her nipple into a full, hardened peak. I don’t even notice the pain shooting through my body at all the rubbing and the caressing. It doesn’t matter in the slightest bit since we’re both alive to see another day.
She guides her hands from my shoulders down my back. The effect is amazing. I can feel every inch of myself spring to life. I bury my head in her chest, taking my time to lavish her with kisses. She means everything to me, and I want to prove my devotion in the most delicious way possible.
I reach for her wrists, planting them one by one above her head. She looks up at me quizzically, like a prisoner, on display for my amusement. She doesn’t stay that way for long, dragging her fingernails across my scalp. I return her hands to their previous position, kissing the bridge of her nose to encourage her to remain still.
She grins up at me, encouraged by my playfulness. I’m dead serious, but she seems to think this is a game. I begin to suck on her earlobe, stroking her breast at the same time. She sighs happily, twisting to face me. Without my permission, she removes one hand from where I’ve placed it and latches onto my bicep. I know I can’t ask her to stay posed, even though I would love to take her just like that, but we have all in time in the world to try new things later.
She presses her hips against mine, tightening her leg around my waist. My cock grinds against her pussy, the heat of her like a conductor for my body. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything above the waist. I need to bury my dick inside her and feel her from the inside out. Only then will I be able to forget all the horrors that we witnessed.
She hugs me close, whispering in my ear, “I want you inside me.”
I give up my quest to take things slow and decide there will be plenty of time to explore each other later. Bowing to her supreme judgement, I tilt my pelvis back. She’s so wet already that it’s simple to drive myself inside. I slide through layers of silken warmth, the experience so sweet that I disavow all else. This is where I belong, my rightful home that nobody can ever take away.
I close my eyes, concentrating on the sensations. I pull her close, rolling onto my back so that she’s on top. She straddles me, her body impaled on mine. I gaze up at her perfect tits, and her long, damp hair. She’s a queen among men, the perfect image of womanhood. I nearly come right then, but I manage to hold on. I want to give her the ride of her life.
Her eyes are half closed, but I can still see the pleasure burning within. She places both palms on my chest for leverage and there is a twinge of pain, but I ignore it. I grip her hips. Her thighs splayed beautifully across my hips. When she begins to move, I must focus on other things to avoid bringing our lovemaking to a quick conclusion.
She rises and slams back down, her breasts swaying gracefully. I dig one thumb between our bodies to massage her clit, causing her to toss her head around in sweet agony. She rides me as I play with her, the two of us lost in carnal bliss. Her hair whips back and forth as she moves, tantalizing me with visions of feminine power. I can’t get enough of her. I’m about to burst, and all I can do is hang on.
Before she brings me to the edge, I decide I want more leverage. Abandoning my gentle treatment of her, I flip her onto her stomach. Yanking her hips up to greet mine, I thrust into her from behind.
She cries out, arching her back and tossing her hair. I catch a handful of it and hang on with just the right amount of force. I don’t want to hurt her, but it’s beyond sexy to hold her still.
I fuck her hard and deep, knowing that I’m past the point of no return.
“Frankie!” she screams, just as I come. My entire body tightens, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. But at that exact moment, I can feel her internal muscles spasm. We’ve hit the edge together, both of us washed away into the sea of ecstasy.
After a long, drawn-out moment, I finally catch my breath. I kiss her shoulder blade from behind. Her skin is wet, sweat mixed in with the glorious scent of soap. I release her from my hold,sliding free from her pussy. She rolls around lazily so she can look up into my eyes. I ease myself down to the mattress beside her, draping one arm across her midriff.
We lie quietly for a moment before she begins playing with my hair. She draws quiet circles with one finger behind my ears, making me feel hypnotized. I would gladly give up my free will just to be with her one more time. And eventually, we do just that.
The second time we make love is even more beautiful than the first. We rise slowly to a crescendo that is equally as perfect. The heat that sparks between us is enough to burn down the house. Two hours later, we’re clutching each other as if the mattress is a life raft and we’re adrift on the open sea.
I fall asleep peacefully. It might have taken us some time to get here, but we’ve landed safely in each other’s arms.
