Page 79 of Hemlock

She runs her hand up my side until it's interrupted by the gauze covering my wound.

"And I don't want you to do anything that's going to keep you from healing."

Until she mentioned it, I'd already forgotten about the injury.

"Then how about this," I barter, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor before reaching for my belt buckle.

"How about you slow down," she says with a wide grin, taking a step back so she can fully take me in. "Why don't you give me a little show?"

My hands freeze on my belt as I glare at her. "That's never going to happen."

Her laughter echoes all around us, and I just want to swim inside the happiness and live there for eternity.

"How about I lie back on that bed and you ride my cock until your legs get weak instead?"

"That sounds like a plan," she says stepping to the side so I don't knock her over while pulling off my jeans.

Her laughter reverberates again when I fall to the bed and pull her down on top of me. There's enough happiness inside this woman for the both of us, but although I don't have a wide grin on my face, I've never been more content in my entire life. It's almost enough to just forget about the evils in the world and try to exist in this bubble with just the two of us. I know that can't happen, but I don't imagine it'll hurt to take a few days for just the two of us. The doctor did order me to take it easy.

"Go slow," I whisper when she sits up, sliding her wet heat up the length of my aching cock.

"You say that," she moans on a particularly exquisite roll of her hips. "But you'll take over when I go too slow."

"Prove it," I say, my mouth hanging open, my eyes threatening to flutter closed because it feels so fucking good.

My moan of pleasure pulls another laugh from her perfect mouth, and just like she predicted, I have to fight the urge to flip her over and get down to business, but at the same time I sort of love the restraint required. It has to be the absolute best torture.

"Do we need a condom?" I ask, gripping her hips in my hands before she can lift her body and take my length inside of her.

Her eyes lock with mine, and my heart literally stops waiting for her answer.

"At least for a little while," she says, and I realize it's the right answer when my heart restarts and it's pumping at that calm, even keel I need it to in order to feel normal.

Having babies with her isn't a decision we need to make right now while riding the high of deciding to be together. That's a conversation meant for when we're dressed, and knowing how attracted I am to her, it would probably be best held in a public place so we can't let our bodies take over.

"I have one in my wallet," I tell her, missing the warmth of her body on mine when she has to climb off the bed to get it.

When she steps back closer, instead of climbing back on the bed where she was before, she leans over, mouth closing over the tip of my cock.

I jerk with need at the warmth of her tongue as it slashes across the leaking tip.

"Jesus, fuck, Zara. That's a sure way to make me have a fucking heart attack."

She pulls back, smiling, but I guide her head right back down, my back arching when she does her best to take all of me. She gags before she hits the middle of my cock, but she makes up for it by wrapping her hand around the base and stroking upward.

"If you want me to come, keep that shit up," I warn, fully aware I was the one to put her back in that position.

I'm fucking torn, unsure which direction to go. I could easily blow my load in her waiting mouth and eat that delectable pussy of hers while I recover or I can encourage her to sit on my dick and we can come together. Honestly, any combination of those would work because we're at a different point in our relationship than we were before. I don't have to rush out and spend some time alone wondering why I feel so connected to her all the while chastising myself for having any emotion at all. We're together. I'm hers. She's mine. We can spend the rest of the night exactly like this.

When we wake in the morning, she'll be in my arms and I can have her again.

The lack of having to decide makes the decision that much harder. Selfishly, I want it all. I want her mouth on me, pussy wrapped around me. I want my mouth all over her body, and I know I won't settle and be completely satiated until I get it.

Jesus, this woman isn't getting any sleep anytime soon.

"Up here," I urge, feeling like we should be face-to-face, heart-to-heart when we connect like this for the first time after committing ourselves to each other.

I moan again, feeling completely out of control of my own emotions when she rolls the latex down my cock. I'm trembling by the time she straddles my body, my hands on her hips as if I have any control over what she's planning to do.

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