Tears slid from underneath her lids as her body popped like a rubber band at full stretch. Relief. Such sweet, aching relief.
As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she registered him still rocking against her ass, his cock probing the depths of her pussy.
It was almost painful. She was too tender, too sensitive from such a volatile orgasm. He was stretching her, filling her. She whimpered against the painful ache of his attentions.
Then he withdrew and rotated her body until her hip rested on the arm of the couch. She drew in her legs to alleviate the awkwardness of the position as he walked around the side of the sofa. He bent his knees and lowered himself to her face.
He slid his cock into her mouth and held himself deep. He leaned over and grasped the back of the couch with his left hand and braced himself on the seat cushion beside her head with his right. Then he began thrusting into her mouth.
“Swallow it,” he growled.
It was all the warning she got before the first splash of cum flooded her mouth. He paused to let her swallow before thrusting again, deep, and he held himself at the back of her throat while his cock pulsed more warm seed.
He rode her mouth just like he rode her pussy. Hard, deep and unrelenting. Her lips stretched around the base to accommodate his size. He didn’t let up until he’d poured every drop down her throat.
Slowly and with seeming reluctance, he pulled away, but he paused as his cock slipped from her lips and dangled a mere inch away.
“Lick it clean,” he said huskily.
He lowered it until she sucked it back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her head.
He groaned as he pumped his hips forward. When she’d licked every drop of the moisture from his skin, he pulled away and stood to his full height beside the couch.
He reached behind her to untie her hands then pulled her up until she was in a sitting position. “Give me one second to get some shorts on, and I’ll be right back,” he said.
She sat there, body shaking, numb, her ass still on fire from the spanking he’d given her. He returned just a minute later and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Then he stretched out and reached for her.
She went willingly into his arms, and he pulled her up on top of his body. He positioned her back against the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around her as she nestled her cheek into his chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered into her hair. “Never did I imagine finding someone like you.”
She smiled and burrowed deeper into his embrace. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, gently pulling the strands apart.
“I was wrong about you,” he continued. “I treated you badly, and all because I believed something about you that wasn’t true.”
She raised her head to look him in the eye. Sincerity blazed in his blue eyes. And regret. She lowered her head to his until their lips touched. She kissed him sweetly, gently, too tired to infuse more passion into the act. He didn’t seem to mind. He gathered her tighter in his arms, and kissed her back, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
Then he turned so she slid down the back of the couch and they faced each other.
“You wore me out,” he confessed. “You’re way too young for me. I can’t keep up.”
She laughed. “Thank God you’re worn out, because I can’t move another muscle.”
“Then go to sleep,” he said softly. “I just want to hold you for a while. I’ll fix us something to eat when you wake up.”
Her heart swelled, and she felt a giddy thrill as he rubbed his cheek to hers. Nothing in her fantasies, in her most vivid dreams had come close to the reality of their lovemaking. He was the perfect combination of strong and tender.
She nuzzled into his neck and pressed a kiss to his warm skin. He squeezed her a little tighter, and she closed her eyes, content to let him do exactly what he wanted: hold her.
CHAPTER 33
Gray slowly opened his eyes and registered immediate contentment. He glanced down to see Faith’s head burrowed in his chest. His right arm was asleep, but he hated to move. She felt right in his arms. Like it was the only place she belonged.
He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair with his left hand. She stirred and rubbed her cheek against his chest. He felt her yawn against him, and he smiled.
“Want to go swimming?” he asked. “I assume you brought a bathing suit, but I wouldn’t care if you went naked.”
She raised her head and looked at him with sleepy, contented eyes. “I brought a suit. I don’t want sand and salt up my woo woo, thank you very much.”
He laughed. “Sand up the woo woo would be a tragedy indeed. Especially since I plan to spend a lot of time up that woo woo.”
Her brow crinkled. “Yeah, wouldn’t that be like screwing sandpaper?”
His entire body shook with laughter, and he smacked her on the ass. He left his hand there and glanced down to see the faint red marks still on her behind. The sight turned him on all over again.
He shifted until she was positioned underneath him on the couch. He struggled out of his shorts and tossed them to the side. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knee and was deep in her pussy in two seconds.
This was no gentle lovemaking session. His need was urgent, and he wanted to fuck her senseless. He gripped her hips in his hands and rode her hard and deep. Her pussy wrapped around his cock. Sucked him deeper, heated, silky. As tight as her sweet ass had been, her pussy gripped him just as hard.
His balls drew up and tightened painfully. He elicited tiny gasps from her every time he pounded home. He ran his hands up her sides to her arms then up to her wrists. Gripping them tight, he pulled her hands above her head and held them there as he drove deep and locked himself against her.
He wanted to come inside her this time. Mark her his in the most primitive way a man can. He wanted to empty himself as deep in her as possible.
Her velvet pussy spasmed around his cock, and to his surprise, she orgasmed. She cried out, arching her chest forward as he held her captive against the couch. The sound of her pleasure pushed him over the edge. He hammered home one more time, clenched his teeth and came deep inside her welcoming heat.
As he felt the last jerk of his cock, he collapsed onto her. He let go of her arms and curled his arms around her, gathering her closely. He was holding too tight. She probably couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but in that moment he didn’t care. He wanted her as close to him as possible.
He kissed her temple and suddenly wanted to tell her more. Wanted to make her promises he wasn’t sure he could keep but wanted to make nonetheless.
As he became aware of her struggling for breath underneath him, he pushed himself off her. His cock slid from her body in a rush of fluid. He gazed down at her pussy, pink and swollen from his lovemaking. His fluids glistened against her pinkness, and he felt a deep satisfaction. His. She was his.
He held his hand down to her. “Let’s go take that swim,” he said.
She slid her small hand into his, and he was struck by the trust the gesture implied. It was all there in her eyes for him to see. Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her.
He helped her up, and she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his stomach and hugging him tight. As she laid her head on his chest, he raised his arms to hug her back. He stroked a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head.
When she drew away, she looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. “Give me a few minutes to get my suit on.”