My palm slides against her hard nub, and she cries out.
“That’s it, Jace. Right there.”
I move in slow circles because I’m an evil bastard and because I love watching her expression in the dark.
She has her eyes closed, lost in ecstasy, and that’s fine for now, as long as it’s my name she’s calling.
When I sense she’s close, I slip a finger inside, and that’s all she needs to reach a peak. Her pussy contracts around me, and her face is serene and beautiful, and I could watch her all night like this. And maybe I will.
She’s hardly finished climaxing when I move my palm again, this time inserting another finger. I need to get her primed and ready for me.
After another orgasm, Kayla opens her eyes. They’re hooded as if she’s in a daze, and I like that look.
“I’m hot.” She tugs at her sweater, and I help her take it off. A moment ago we were both shuddering from the cold, but now we can’t strip fast enough.
She helps me peel off my top, and her fingers rake down my torso, bumping over every hard muscle. I’ve kept my upper body strong during my recovery so I’ll be ready to deploy as soon as I’m signed off, and I’m glad of that now. Kayla runs her hands over my body and every soft touch has me aching for her. She’s soft and gentle, and the contrast to everything hard about me.
Soon we’re naked, and the cool air is a soft caress against my heated skin. I grab a condom from my pack and slide it on.
I nip at her shoulders as I turn her over and get up on my knees behind her. I wish it was lighter so I could see her body in detail, but I see enough: the curve of her ass, her hair trailing down her back, and the saucy look she gives me over her shoulder. The hint of sandalwood mixes with her tangy scent, and I breathe her in. My fingers dig into her hips, and I pull her back so her ass is in the air. Her skin is soft underneath my touch as I glide my hand over her rump.
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I line up her wet, inviting pussy, all the while stroking the soft skin of her back, her ass, anywhere I can touch her.
With a hard thrust I’m inside, and she cries out and bucks forward. I grab her ass and pull her onto my dick. My vision goes sideways as her pussy envelops me. She’s warm and safe, and for the first time since the accident I feel at peace, which is too fucking weird and not something I want to feel right now.
I grab her ass and let my dick slide in and out, finding a rhythm,
“Fuck. I’m not going to last, sweetheart, you feel too fucking good.”
She throws me a look over her shoulder, and her eyes are blazing and hungry and mischievous, and I can’t look into them right now or I’ll completely blow.
I lean forward and gently push her between the shoulder blades, forcing her down so her hips go up and I slide in deeper.
“Fuck, Kayla.”
I want to make this last, but I also can’t help galloping to the inevitable conclusion.
I reach my fingers around to her pussy and press against her hard nub as I try to slow my pace.
“That’s good, Jace.” Her voice is breathy, and she’s panting, and I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t see the woman in front of me, or I’ll lose it too soon.
Only when I hear her cry out and her pussy contracts do I open my eyes and watch her body shake as she comes. And finally, I let myself go. I explode into her with the force of a ten-ton detonation.
My entire body shudders, and everything from the past year explodes with me. There’s anger and joy and elation. I’m the most alive I’ve felt since the accident. My senses are humming, and my mind is clear. And in that moment of silence in my mind, a new want slips in.
What would it look like to have a life with Kayla? To have her by my side through whatever happens next?
In the post-orgasm haze, her body is still and warm, and she smiles at me over her shoulder, a satisfied smile that makes me long to do this all over again. But she seems tired, and this is not just a one night only thing.
“You should get some sleep.”
Her hair sticks to the perspiration on her back, and I sweep it off her skin as I kiss her shoulder.
The stillness stays with me as we fall onto the bedding. Her back nestles against my front, and I wrap my arms around her.
Rain drums a rhythm on the roof, and soon Kayla’s breathing is steady and even.
In the stillness, with Kayla in my arms, my mind is the clearest it’s been since I got blown up. I examine the new thought that she might mean more to me than someone to have a nice time with.
