“I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since the moment I saw you at the hospital,” he admitted between kisses.
“Same,” I agreed, not having the mindset to form more than a one word response.
I fumbled for the hem of my shirt, desperate to get it off of me and feel his skin against mine. With a bit of his help I managed to finally pry it from my body, leaving me bare to him with the exception of my pink cotton panties. Ones that were damp with need for him. He sat back onto his legs to take me in.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful it almost hurts.” He came back down and kissed me again, assaulting my mouth, tasting every inch of it he could like a starving man.
We ground our hips together feverishly, neither of us wanting to detach from one another for even a second. His hand slid between us and I felt a thick finger glide between my sensitive folds. A moan slipped out when it massaged a particular bundle of nerves.
“You’re so wet for me, Sophia,” he growled against my lips. “Do you want more?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, so very desperate for more.
Not wanting to keep me waiting, he slipped that finger inside of me and pumped it in and out. Sounds I’d never made before fell out of me as that delicious pressure began to build. He slid a second finger inside me and moved them faster, our breaths quickening with his pace.
His hot mouth closed around one of my nipples, sucking and nipping at it as his fingers worked their magic. His other hand burned tantalizing trails as it massaged my other breast then moved down my body.
“Oh God! More. Please, more!” I begged, needing him inside of me pronto.
“Protection?” he grunted out quickly, his mouth barely lifting from my breast.
“Covered. Implant,” I panted, not wanting to waste any time.
“Fuck, Soph. I want you so bad.” He leaned back just enough to gently but quickly rid my body of my underwear, careful to avoid it grazing my burns. He kissed a trail back up my thigh, across my stomach, between my breasts, then placed a heated kiss against my mouth.
“Tell me if I hurt your legs at any point,” he whispered.
“Don’t think I’d feel it if you did. Please, I need you so bad, Porter. Now.”
“As you wish.” Readying myself, I felt him position himself at my entrance, and with one hard, slow thrust, pushed inside of me.
I let out a loud groan as he waited for a second, allowing me to adjust to his immense cock filling me so completely.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he ground out before slowly beginning to move.
My breath came out in pants as his rhythm increased. Every nerve came alight with each stroke, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. One hand grasped the outside of my thigh, anchoring me to him. His other was dug deep into my hair, tipping my head back as he kissed me.
Both of us moaned in tandem, relishing this moment we’d been so desperate for. I never imagined we’d be here, but even my wildest day dream couldn’t prepare me for the ecstasy his tender yet passionate love making would do to me. I felt worshiped. As if he was afraid if he stopped touching me I’d disappear from his arms.
He had no idea though just how deep I was in all of this. Like he’d told me, once we started, there was no way he’d let me go. Now, I knew without a doubt I never wanted him to.
The heat inside me built more and more and stars danced behind my eyes as I exploded around him. My release hit so hard, I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out. Only moments later, he followed me over the edge, my name a moan on his lips.
Without pulling out, he wrapped his arms around me and turned us so I lay sprawled across his chest, ours breaths heavy as we came down from the sexual high he’d brought us to.
He ran his hand up and down my naked back, dragging the tips of his fingers from the top to bottom along my spine.
“That was hotter than any fire I’ve ever fought. I’d give anything to hear those sexy sounds come out of you again and again,” he whispered in awe.
I chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
He kissed the top of my head then slowly detached himself from me, rolling me gently off of him to sit up. Grabbing the still damp towel he used after his shower from the floor, he plopped back down on his side next to me and gently wiped away the proof of what we’d done from between my legs. He tossed the towel back to the floor then gathered me in his arms, dragging the blanket back up the bed to cover us both.
“I’ll hold you to it,” he told me quietly, pressing his lips to my forehead.
We settled in, our breaths slowly evening out. It took no time for me to fall asleep feeling so unbelievably safe and satisfied in his embrace, his scent still wrapped around me.
The next morning, I found myself alone in bed once again. Except this time Porter had left a note for me that was folded into a flower shape on the pillow he’d used. Smiling, I laid back and unfolded it, curious what he’d written.
