“Sofoklis. My mother, who is Greek by heritage, but grew up in New York, picked my first name. My father chose my middle name.” He pulled me down and kissed me again.
I tried to carefully balance myself so I wasn’t putting weight on any place that would hurt him. I peppered his stubbly jaw with kisses.
Hmmm, Spencer with a beard? That could be so sexy.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” Once again, my hand wrapped around his cock. His knot was inflating.
“No, that feels nice. You could try to ride me, though we might end up on our sides.” Spencer’s hand tangled in my hair, desire from the bond and his scent making me wet and needy.
“I don’t care, I just need you inside me. I don’t even need your knot if it’ll hurt you, I just needyou.” It came out in breathy pants.
The incision was closer to his ribs than his hips, so if I was very careful…
“If it hurts, tell me to stop.” My eyes met his as I lowered myself slowly down his cock. I leaned forward, hands on the pillows so I’d be less likely to put too much weight near his injuries.
“Grace,” he gasped, eyes closing. “Yes. Take me, Darling. I’ll let you know if it hurts. I promise that I’m feelingverygood right now.”
Feeling his pleasure, not pain, through the bond, I gently rode him, moving up and down. One of his hands tangled in my hair, the other moved under my shirt, caressing my back.
“Yes, yes, this is exactly what I need,” he breathed.
“Me, too, Dearest,” I told him. “Can I call you that, since you’ve stopped using that for me and mostly call meDarling?” I continued moving my hips, relishing in the sensation of us being united like this once again.
“You can call me anything you like, Baby Girl.” His forehead touched mine. “This feels so good; you feel so good.” The hand caressing my back moved to my clit. “Come for me. I think you can take my knot, but we’ll have to roll to our sides.”
“I’m just fine with that.” Kissing him, pleasure grew inside me. I gasped as an orgasm took me. Sitting down fully on him, my greedy pussy enveloped his swollen knot.
“Oh, yes.” Spencer moved us to our sides–his good side, arms wrapping around us as his hot cum shot inside me.
“Mmmm, so good.” I sent him all my love, love from him coming back.
Content, I made sure we were covered by the blanket, and snuggled into him, us still joined.
“Do you feel better? I know I do.” Spencer kissed my temple.
“That wasn’t selfish, was it?” Biting my lower lip, I looked into his eyes.
“No. You were very gentle. It was perfect and exactly what I needed.” He kissed me again.
“How did your parents meet? Your mom went to college with Evan’s mom, right?” I asked.
“She and Evan’s mom met at university in Rockland, Rock State, where Brennan went. She went to Rock Springs with Evan’s mom a lot. Auntie Kim, Evan’s mom, moved back to Rock Springs after graduation. That’s part of why my mom and I moved to Rock Springs, and not back to New York, after my father passed. They both studied art. Evan’s mother majored in art history, my mother majored in ceramics. The two of them went on a study abroad trip to the university in Greece that my father was getting his PhD at,” he said.
“Awww, I love it. Love at first sight?” I asked.
He chuckled. “For him. She made him work for it. My mother was afraid that he was just on the hunt, thinking she would be an easy conquer because she was a beta studying abroad. But his intentions were genuine. They were long distance for a while, then after she graduated she moved to Greece. He researched and taught, eventually teaming up with Dr. Katsopolis, while my mother created pottery. My father made her a studio in our back yard. Eventually, they had me.”
“I wish I had gotten to meet him. He sounds brilliant.” My eyes closed.
“He is. I’m looking forward to you meeting my mother.”
“Yes, we’ll invite her to our party, and anyone else you want. If you wish for an extravagant party in a far off locale, we can have one, but given everything that’s happened, I’d be just as happy renting out a nice restaurant in Rockland and having a meal with a little dancing and music. My mother, at least, will make the trip.” He continued playing with my hair.
“I think your idea of having a party in Rockland is perfect. We can always have another when we see your family on our vacation.”
“That’s an excellent idea. Perhaps we can look and see if we can find any more of my father’s research when we visit my mother,” he added.
I nodded. “Yes, I’m so curious now about how Rosalind and I got to the world I grew up in. It’s all so wild–and coincidental.”
