Page 37 of Shattered Dreams

“Yes.”

“I want to be inside you, too,” I say, positioning the tip of my cock against her slit.

“Okay.”

In this position I can slide in easily, deeply, and she squeaks. I tense and withdraw.

“No, don’t. It feels good.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“A little, but it’s good.”

“Okay, but it’s important that you tell me if I go too far.”

“I will.”

In one smooth stroke, I glide all the way in, burying my cock to the hilt. I pull my finger out of her ass, then push it back in, filling her up. She moans.

“Do you like that, Zarah?” I ask to be sure.

“More.”

With my other hand, I find her engorged clit. I’ve never felt her so big, and it turns me on I make her feel this way. Slowly,gently, my finger fucks her ass and I rub her clit at the same time.

“Gage,” she cries, pushing backward against my hand, needing more.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you. Let go.”

Furiously, I rub her clit, and I bury my finger deep into her ass. She comes, her muscles clutching at my cock, and her cum gushes around my dick. I barely have the control to let her ride out her orgasm before I pull my finger out of her ass, grip her hips, and ram into her as hard as I can, my sac slapping against her skin.

It feels like it’s been forever since Zarah and I made love, and I come harder than I think I ever have in my life. I roar, my fingers clawing into her damp skin. My muscles strain, my legs shake as my knees dig into the mattress, and my cock pumps cum into the rubber that protects her. Thank God she had condoms on hand.

My heart needs several long minutes to stop pounding. “Jesus.” Sweat trickles down my neck and back.

Zarah peeks at me, her beautiful ass still high in the air, my fingers still sinking into her soft, coppery skin. “Was it good for you?”

“I’ve never had better, and that is the honest to goodness truth. Fuck.” I blow out a breath, and so slowly, pull my cock out of her. “I went at you pretty hard. Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I’ll be sore later, I think.”

“I’m sorry. I hope it doesn’t give you an anxiety attack.”

She sits up and brushes her hand over my shoulder. “This was different than what Ash’s jobs would do to me. Thank you. Maybe one day I won’t even think about the stuff they made me do.”

“I want that too.” I kiss her, and her lips tremble under mine. “Let me clean up.”

“Okay. I need to, too. The wet spots on the sheets are always my fault.” She laughs, sliding out of bed.

The air is heavy with the scent of sex and something else I can’t describe. Love would be too simple. Joy, happiness? Relief that Zarah and I could share that new experience and come out the other side without it hurting her, or us? Maybe all that rolled into one.

I stand behind her in the bathroom and hold her breasts in my palms. I love looking at her, and she meets my eyes in the mirror above the sinks. My tats stand out under the clean white light, and I knead her tender and heavy breasts, my muscles rippling. The pads of my thumbs tease her sensitive nipples. Her eyes darken, and her eyelids droop.

“You want more?” I whisper.

She rests her head against my chest. “Always. I always want whatever you want to give me.”

“Look at me.”

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