“I love you, Natalie,” he whispered against my lips.
Beeps rose up in volume again and I laughed as I pulled back at his movement.
“Okay, that’s enough of this.” He reached over to yank out the plug end of the wires that connected him to the panel that tracked his vitals.
His pulse rose each time we kissed.
“A part of me will always miss Fitz. A part of me will always grieve the loss I suffered when he was killed. But those parts do not make up all of who I am.” I kissed him again and relished the experimental push of his hips against mine. “I amyours, Sergei. My love for you won’t erase my past. My love for you can and will decide our future, instead.”
He growled into my kiss, holding me down against him so we were flush. With every small thrust of him against me, I was tempted to spread my legs wider, to push down on his erection a little more.
I wasn’t bluffing. Each and every word I told him was the truth. Yet, with the emotional bonds we fixed between us, the physical need that linked us burned as hot and impatient as ever.
“What are you expecting for the…” He seemed too lost in his thoughts as he kissed me harder and pushed my skirt up. “For the immediate future?”
I smiled against his lips. “Are you asking me what I want right now?”
He groaned as I slid my hand between us to stroke his dick. “Yeah.”
“Well, since you disconnected that thing so it wouldn’t beep…” I slid the hospital gown aside to reveal his dick.
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he said gruffly, shifting on the bed to make room for me.
When he winced, I slowed down and put my hand on his shoulder. “Stop. Don’t move. Let me.”
To my surprise, he obeyed. He didn’t move much and rested while I leaned up enough to tug my panties off. With my skirt, I had easy access to line his long, thick dick to my entrance that was already slippery wet and aching for him.
“Let me love you,” I told him as I sank down, taking every rigid inch of him deep into my pussy.
I bit my lip.
He groaned lightly.
Once I was seated, I kissed him and shivered at the burn of the stretch. He filled me so good. He stuffed me until I knew I was full.
“Let me make love to you.”
He clamped his hands on my ass as I slowly lifted up to ride him. “No. We’ll make love together.”
I nodded, already too close to coming too soon. My pussy throbbed for him.
After the highs and lows of the last twenty-four hours, I was still running on fumes, so tired and spent. I was still processing the fear and relief that hit me, so bewildered and shocked that it had gotten to such a scary point of almost losing my daughterandthe man I loved.
But I didn’t.
We were all here, safe.
And I was right here, fucking my man and enjoying every second of the pleasure I gave him. Each second of pleasure he gave me in return for accepting me and being patient to want me however he could get me.
“I love you, Natalie,” he growled as I came close to shattering.
He felt too good. So thick as he massaged my inner walls that clenched him. He tempted me to surrender. Ready to explode and let this tension evaporate between us.
“I love you, too. So much, Sergei.” I kissed him to muffle myself, knowing that as I slid down him again, rubbing with the perfectfriction of my clit so snug against the base of his cock, I would come.
And I did. Hard. It was too soon, but in this clinic with the door unlocked, I would have to plan to take my time with him later.
The next time.
