“This isn’t meaningless. Say it.”
She groaned before she could respond. “This isn’t meaningless.”
“Never with us.” He let his lips brush against her temple. He didn’t expect her to repeat that, but she did. Her voice was breathy and aroused, and he pushed another finger inside her pussy. She was quivering around their fingers, and he pushed slowly as the breadth distended and stretched her.
She started whimpering, her hips writhing as he plunged their fingers in and out. Her stomach and chest rose and fell quickly as she panted and her body readied. And when she finally came, she bit into his shoulder. She lay panting, and he stared down at her, finally seeing a small glimpse of her.
When she reached for the buttons of his shirt, he watched her slowly undo one after the other. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and before it had even fallen to the bed, she was working on the button and zipper of his pants. She climbed up, pulling his pants and underwear down his legs as he stretched out, and then she straddled him. He could feel the soaking wet moisture of her sex coating his cock as she moved into position, and he rested back with his hands behind his head to watch.
She rocked her hips, sliding the cleft of her pussy along his length, and he groaned at the heat. When she reached the head, she leaned over, planting one hand above his shoulder and using the other to guide his dick to her entry. She slid back down slowly. He could feel that heat enveloping his cock as she pushed deeper and deeper. Her nipples brushing across his chest were just added torment, and when he was fully embedded in her, she pushed down even farther and tightened around him. He cursed, and he hissed, and she watched his reaction. He let her move up and down his length a few times, becoming entranced by her rhythm and her slow, gentle pace, but then he sat up, bringing his face right up to hers. She started to wrap her legs around him, but he stopped her.
“Keep your knees on the bed.” She searched his eyes for a second, but she did. “Lean back, all the way to the bed. Arch your back.” She looked incredible as she arched her back and came to rest with her shoulders and head on the bed between his calves. It stretched out her torso, and he ran his hands along her flat, smooth belly. “Grab my ankles, and use them to push back to me.”
He gripped the sides of her waist, pulling her pelvis tight over his engorged cock. He tightened his buttocks, pushing himself deep, and he used her hips to fuck him. When he leaned over her to pull her nipple into his mouth, she cried out, but her hips started working on their own as he sucked, nipped, and licked the hard, pink peak. He moved to the other side, and by the time he was done there, she was gasping and panting, wriggling against his body. He sat up straight so he could look down on her body, and he turned his attention to her sex. It was the most perfect view of her parted lips and his buried dick. There was a slight swell to her belly where his dick was seated, and he ran his hand over it, pushing down slightly and feeling it on the head of his penis.
When he massaged his way down to her clit, she let out a strangled cry, and her sheath tightened around him. He used one thumb to pull the skin above her clit back, exposing the swollen little nub all the more, and when he licked the pad of his other thumb, she watched. Her hands were tightening on his ankles, and when he touched her clit, her nails dug into him painfully. She started pushing back to him, and he started clenching and releasing his buttocks in rapid succession as he watched his dick sink farther and then pull back. His cock was glistening with her wetness, and as he rubbed gently across her clit, her sheath clenched and trembled around him. As their speed quickened, his finger swirled around her nub, and he used his free hand to push down gently on the swell of her stomach.
Her face looked nearly panicked in her need to explode, and when she did, she screeched and released his ankles, twisting her hands in the sheets. Even stretched back, he could see her taut stomach muscles contracting under her slim waist, and just as her release started to subside, he gripped both her hips, jerking them down hard on his groin as he clenched his butt and drove deep into her. He held the depth as he came, and he crumpled over on top of her, resting his cheek on her chest.
He listened to her heartbeat as it gradually slowed, and when she could move again, she stretched her legs out from their cramped, bent position. She lay stretched out, panting, and he was still bent at the waist over her body as he regained his own breath. He peered up to her face, resting his chin between her breasts, and she tucked her chin down as she looked back at him. He stretched his hand up, running his fingers down her neck and caressing gently across her skin. She sighed, and the sound was so replete he almost sighed himself at just the contentment. When he’d caught his breath enough to sit upright again, he spent many long minutes caressing over the skin of her chest and then farther down to her stomach. He was still inside her, but he was relaxed, and when he caressed over her belly, the swell was gone.
He didn’t want to leave her body, but he finally pulled away. He stood and stretched, and she watched him as she stretched too. She had to be sore, or at the very least stiff. It was a hell of a way to fuck, and he was exhausted. He crawled in next to her, pulling her back to his chest, and rested his hand across her throat, feeling her swallow occasionally. He drifted away.
Chapter Fifty
“Bailey, we need to talk about your plans. Your PO in Memphis is getting antsy, though I suspect he’s always that way. I’ve smoothed things over for the time being, but he expects to know soon if you’re staying in Savoy or moving back to Memphis.”
“How soon does he need to know?” She’d been lying with her head at the foot of Darren’s bed, watching him as he stood naked at the bathroom sink shaving, but when the cordless phone on his nightstand rang and caller ID said it was her old PO, Harold, she had to give up the view—very reluctantly. Now she was lying with her head in the appropriate place, and she was glad. This wasn’t really a conversation she wanted to have with Darren in the room, but she knew if she left, he’d notice, not to mention be offended. It didn’t mean she was going to advertise their conversation, either.
“Soon, Bailey. I know this is hard with your mom just passing away, and I’m sorry that you have to make these decisions, but it’s important that your parole jurisdiction be assigned correctly. Are you wanting to stay in Savoy? If you do, I’ll work with him to get the jurisdiction transferred back here.”
She was listening to the sounds from the bathroom. She recognized them like a long-lost memory from her past. She’d hear the scrape of the razor that sounded more like a coarse brush being run over skin. Then she’d hear the water stir in the sink. Last would be the tap as he cleared the water from the razor before doing it all over again. She didn’t need to see him to imagine what it looked like. Didn’t mean she didn’t miss the profile of his naked body. Her imagination didn’t make up for the sight of his tight, trim stomach, round bottom, and the strong muscles of his arms as he lifted his hand to his face.
“Harold, I don’t know what I want to do.” She said it quietly, and he had to ask her to speak up. “I just don’t know what I want to do.” There was suddenly silence from the bathroom. She’d heard the razor passing over his skin and then nothing. She stared at her naked lap as she waited for him to move again.
“How about I come over and we can talk about it this afternoon? I haven’t seen you since you returned, and we can discuss it more then. Say three o’clock?”