His entire length was also coated in lube, andoh god… It looked so obscene sinking into my glistening womanhood.
But the stretch of him was delicious, with his hands on my knees, pushing them wider and wider. It was so good.
Until… it wasn’t. I let out a sharp whimper when the stretch took on a pinching quality that made me feel like he was about to split me open.
Boone immediately stopped.
“Too much,” Ravik said. It wasn’t a question this time.
I breathed, rocking my hips to adjust. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Ravik answered. “Boone, we’re done for tonight.”
Boone immediately pulled out in that “soldier with orders” way he responded to all of Ravik’s commands.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, even as the relief of his withdrawal untensed my body.
I felt like such a failure. Tears sprang to my eyes. “After everything you’ve done for me. I wanted to do this one thing for you.”
“Sugar, no, don’t cry.”
Boone came back to the bed, drawing me into his arms and pulling me into his lap on top of his still incredibly hard dick. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Nobody’s mad at you.”
“You should be,” I whispered into his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
“You two, get out,” Boone snarled, like this situation was their fault, not mine.
There came the sound of footsteps and the door closing.
Then it was just Boone and me as I cried in his arms. Yet again.
“Shh. Shh,” he crooned. “Remember Minneapolis? Remember the first time you were my brave girl? It was you and me. And we figured out how to get you into some clothes you were willing to wear without you punching me in the nose for trying to kiss you.”
I let out a watery laugh. “You said you weren’t trying to kiss me!”
“I lied, sugar. I would have lied about anything back then to make you more comfortable with me being in your space. But I’m not lying now….”
He took my chin in his hand and tipped it up. “I promise you. We will figure this shit out. Whatever problems life throws our way, we will figure it out.”
I sniffled, wishing I had his self-assurance. “I wanted to make you happy.”
“Sugar, not to be crass, but getting my big-ass log even a little wet inside your sweet pussy made me happy as fuck. Too happy. Surprised I didn’t shoot and end it before you could tap out.”
Not to be crass.
I snorted, and somehow found myself laughing yet again.
Then sniffling. Then asking, “Can I kiss you?”
“Sugar.” Boone’s entire face softened. “You never have to ask.”
We kissed, tongues delving deep. Then he asked, “How would you feel about grinding on me like you did in the loft? I’ve been fantasizing about that for weeks.”
I laughed at his claim. “You’re not serious.”
Boone showed how serious he was by positioning me on top of him, my folds split wide over his shaft.
“You got the keys, sugar,” he told me, folding his hands behind his head. “I’m here to enjoy your ride.”
