“I know.”
I looked at her standing in front of me. “How are you feeling?”
“A lot better. I know I need to take it easy.”
Silence hung between us, waiting to be fractured.
She was less pale, her hair glossier, lips red and full. I needed to be distracted and I needed her.
“Strip for me.”
“I thought I gave the orders.” Her hands hung at the belt, pausing before she undid the knot.
My cock hardened, grew. “Sometimes. When you need to be in control. Take it off, Simone.”
She untied her gown slowly, the dim light casting shadows across her body. Flat stomach, heavy tits topped with tight dark nipples.
“Come here.” I sat back in the chair and beckoned her to me. She came and when she was close enough I took her hips with both hands and guided her so she straddled my legs. My thumbs brushed over her stomach and I saw her shiver. “You sure you’re up to this?”
She nodded. “I gave myself two orgasms before while thinking about you.”
I cupped her sex with one hand. She was wet already. I pushed a finger into her swollen pussy and pumped slowly. We’d had sex once since she’d been out of hospital, slow morning sex when we’d been careful with her head and dizziness, nothing rough or hard.
“I’ll give you another two now. One with my fingers and one with my cock.” I added another digit, pumping her pussy, watching her tits move. I pressed another finger against her puckered hole and heard her groan as I pushed inside. My mouth moved to one of her nipples and I sucked hard enough to inflict a pinch of pain, feeling her cunt tighten and my cock harden. Her hands clutched my shoulders and she moved her hips, rocking them against my hand.
“Can’t wait wait till my dick’s deep in this tight pussy,” I said after I released her nipple with a pop. “Fill you up.”
She paused. Froze. “Shit.”
“What’s up?” I still my hand, fingers still inside her.
“I haven’t taken my pill. Not since I was in hospital.”
My cock got harder, something I thought was impossible. The thought of her having my baby, getting her pregnant, it made me need her more.
“Do you want to stop?” I tweaked her nipple with my other hand and she keened, starting to move her hips.
“No. But what…”
“Get my cock out, Simone.” She busied her hands in my sweatpants and I shifted my hips to help. “We’ve done it once already without anything.” I pulled my fingers from her pussy and ass and guided her hips so she was lined up over my dick.
“You might make me pregnant.”
“I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. But I’ll stop if you want.”
Her breathing was heavy, nipples hard, but her eyes caught my most. They were lit with a soft light. “Don’t stop.”
I placed the head of my cock at her entrance. “Take it slowly, baby. Take me nice and deep too.”
She sank down on me, her walls tight and the heat making me groan. I took a nipple in my mouth, guiding her up and down, hand on her ass, one on her hip. She was saying my name as if it was a prayer and making me feel like I was her god. This was fucking perfection.
She came easily and hard, pausing her movements as her body was wrecked by her orgasm. I picked her up and lay her on the couch nearby, thrusting into her in long, slow movements, moving her legs over my shoulder so I could be as deep as possible inside her, needing to coat her when I came.
I no longer began and ended with myself. Regardless of everything, restaurants, exes and life, she was it. If I wasn’t lost in her before, I was now.
And I didn’t want to be found.
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