“Inside. I want you inside me.” Her hands gripped the sheets. “Fuck me, Hayes.”
I started to slide off the bed, but she stopped me, grabbing my wrist.
“Condom?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“No. Just you.”
Our eyes locked on each other, hers brimming with lust and every emotion I never thought I’d see again. Trailing my gaze down her body, I watched as she slipped a finger inside her center, thrusting it in and out.
Lord have mercy.
Pushing her legs apart, I crawled so my body was above hers, hands pressing into the sheets beside her shoulders. “You sure about this, Skip?”
She nodded. “I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
Bringing my hand to my mouth, Ispit into it then took my aching cock in my hand, stroking it before guiding it toward her slit.
I sank into her slowly, a small gasp falling from her lips from the initial push.
“You okay?”
“All good. Just go slow, i-it’s been a while.” She laughed, a breathy little exhale.
“Always.” I took her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers as I inched myself in further, until I was fully seated inside her. “Breathe, love.”
Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing my cock like a cobra.
“Fuck, Sierra,” I moaned when I started moving, pulling out only to thrust back in.
Her fingers skimmed down her breasts to her stomach to her clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive flesh. Her hips rolled against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. She pulsed around me, and if she kept this up, I was going to explode.
“Sierra, baby, I’m not going to last,” I whimpered, the sound falling from my lips before I could stop it.
“Don’t stop moving. I want you to come. I want you to fill me.”
“Are you close?” I bit out through clenched teeth. It was taking everything in me not to come apart at the seams.
“Yes. Oh, God,” she moaned, throwing her head back as her fingers moved faster. “Just like that, Hayes. Fuck me just like that.”
My thrusts quickened, becoming frantic and messy. I drove my hips forward, slamming my cock inside her until she was a blubbering mess beneath me, crying out my name.
Her arousal dripped down my cock, the wet slap of skin against skin building with each thrust and combining with the desperate noises coming from her mouth.
The blood in my ears roared as I fell over the edge, my cock pulsing as my cum spilled inside her. My chest heaved as I drove myself deeper a few more times, her pussy squeezing every last drop out of me.
“You’re so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so good.” The strangled breath fell from my lips as I gathered my bearings and pulled out of her slowly, my cock covered in us.
My cum dripping down the inside of her thigh did something to me, and an almost animalistic noise clawed its way out of my throat. I swiped a finger through the mess and brought it up to her lips. She sucked my finger clean, and I swear my dick got hard again.
After we cleaned up in the shower and Sierra went down on me, choking on my cock and making me come down her throat, we crawled under the covers, moonlight illuminating the dark.
“I love you. Always.” I peppered kisses along her neck, and she squeezed my hand three times, like we were speaking in our own secret language.
Something inside me ached, though. I had her, but at the same time, it was like I didn’t. There was still something holding her back. I could feel it. Somehow, Sierra was slipping through my fingers again, and I could do nothing to stop it. All I could do was hold her in my arms and pray she wouldn’t disappear.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
hayden
