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“What? Did I hurt you?”
One hand was over her eyes; she was mortified. “No, but you just pulled a tampon out of me.” Her voice sounded weak, letting her hand drift from her face.
Stroking his cock as he knelt between her legs, he said, “And I will again and again, not a big deal.” He bent down and kissed her belly, as he continued to stroke his hard shaft, his balls engorged.
She watched him grasping his stiff cock in his hand, then wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him in. He inched closer to her opening, his cock lurching forward in his hand, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed his cockhead into her slit and watched her face. She entreated him with her eyes, purposefully letting him see the evidence of her heat absorbing his. He fixed himself a few inches inside her. Internally, she smiled, watching as he paced himself, the engorged wet flesh of her vagina enflamed around his cock, egging him in, sucking at his piston-hard shaft.
Seeing the hard work of control on his face, she knew from the way his body strained that he wanted to pound her. Reaching up, she circled both hands behind his back, flexed her thighs and calves around his pelvis, and whispered, “Fuck me love, fuck me.”
“God, are you sure?” he hissed, his ass flexing, pressing himself into her, his balls cramming up against the wet flesh surrounding her pussy. He pushed in until he had nothing left, then pulled out just to the edge, pushing back in with one solid, fast thrust.
Her wailing pleas to fuck her harder filled the room around them. She loved that he obliged, driving his cock in and out, his strokes quick. Her mouth was open, screaming, her nails digging into his shoulder, her pelvis pushing up against him, her legs squeezing his body like a boa constrictor. She felt the swollen flesh of her vagina clamp around his cock, as she yelled that she was coming; all control was lost.
He pounded back and forth a couple more times before his cock erupted deep inside her hot hole. He groaned, tilting his head back; she saw the release soften his face.
Smoothly, he dropped down onto her, absorbing most of the weight in his arms, kissing her shoulder. “You undid me again,” he whispered beside her, licking the sweat from the base of her neck, clearly trying to catch up to his rapid breathing.
She could barely speak. “Really, look what you've done to me, mate,” she said, a sleepy smile on her lips, her eyes closed.
“So, period sex, huh?” Humor laced his question.
“Well, I’m a little more open to it.”
“Mmm…big of you,” he teased.
“Okay, you were right.”
“Yep, that’s what I needed to hear,” he said, shifting off her. After a few minutes, he said, “Let’s get a shower, Sweets.” He stood up, grabbing the napkin as he stood. “Tossing this,” he said under his breath.
She watched him, stopping herself from saying anything, wondering if she would ever adapt to this level of intimacy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I punched in the code to her front door, overnight bag in tow, anxious as hell to see her. It had been almost three weeks since she’d been back in Austin. She had flown in this afternoon and insisted that Lana pick her up for their pedicure and hair appointments. That had made me a little butt sore. I knew that as we pursued our careers, we’d need to learn to navigate the long bouts of time apart from each other. Still, I struggled to reconcile our increasing periods of separation with my desire to immerse myself in a life with Rakell.
I hung up a few shirts in her closet. She hadn’t exactly made room for my clothes as I had for her stuff in my houses in Austin and Sacramento, but I wasn’t the type to wait for an invitation. Her lack of dating experience was evident in the nuances of our relationship, and I was working to adjust to this. Still, being apart for increasing chunks of time made it even more difficult to establish a protocol, a couple’s routine, reflecting an understanding that we were interwoven in each other’s daily lives.
I knocked on the closed bathroom door. “Hey, you,” I said, rapping again when I heard the blow dryer.
The whirling noise went silent. “Yeah, you…wait, I’m naked,” she said through the door.
I heard a teasing giggle embedded in her words. “Perfect, you’re wearing my favorite outfit. Can I come in?” I asked, turning the doorknob.
“Yes,” she said, and as I opened the door, I saw her twisting her arms into the sleeves of her robe.
“Damn, why did you put that on? You know naked is how I prefer you.” I took two long steps toward her, grabbing the lapel of her robe, yanking her into my chest before leaning down, covering her mouth with mine, and kissing her quickly but firmly. “I love you naked.” I bent, plucking the skin of her neck with light kisses.
Craning back from me, she said, “Jake, stop. I don’t want us to be late. Jeez…”
I pulled her in tighter, my hands around her waist. “Seriously, can’t help it, especially when I only get to see you for a few days a month before you’re back in L.A. or wherever,” I said with a slight crack in my words. I’d dated models and actresses before, so I was accustomed to long bouts of no physical contact because of distance, but this was different. There had been no one I missed the way I yearned for her when she was gone. It was more of an ache, an itch to touch her, hug her, get a whiff of her skin, her citrusy scent that seemed to penetrate my nostrils. The time away ate at me more than usual. So when I did see her, I nearly vibrated with the drive to consume her.
Leaning up on her toes, she kissed my cheek. “I know, but I don’t want to be late to your parents’. Let me finish getting dressed, and then…”
I didn’t release her. "I should’ve been the one picking you up. Then we could have spent some time getting reacquainted,” I blustered, caressing her shoulder. “I was planning to spend my afternoon with you. Naked.”
She shimmied her arm between our bodies, pushing on my chest, but I didn’t budge. “You know I was getting my toes and hair done to look good for you on your birthday.”
“You always look beautiful,” I said, flexing my arms, yanking her in harder, her breasts crushing into my chest. “How about a quick reminder of how good you feel inside before we leave?” I murmured, half pleading, half demanding.
