Page 45 of Mended Fences
I nearly unloaded into the condom right then and there.
When she finally came back down to planet Earth, her skin was flushed and sweaty. She looked devastating—the most beautiful woman I’d ever met.
Elena reached between our bodies and gripped my cock. I might have actually whimpered at the contact. Some men might have been embarrassed, but this woman had me by the balls—well, technically, the dick—and I was firmly okay with it.
She pressed up on her knees and guided the head to her entrance.
“Go slow,” I told her.
She nodded, biting that delectable lower lip as she sank down, inch by torturous inch.
When I was buried to the hilt, she paused.
“Oh, god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.” She began to grind against me, dragging my cock against her inner walls. “Oh, holy hell, that feels good.”
My hands were everywhere, mapping as much of her smooth skin as I could while I avoided the tender spots where she was bruised. Every time my eyes caught on the mottled skin at her ribs, my vision went momentarily red.
We’d be having a conversation about this, and soon.
But for now, I’d make my girl come on my cock. I thrust up into her tight, wet pussy, earning a sharp cry of pleasure.
“Yes, more.”
She let me take over then. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard from beneath. The only sounds in the room were the slap of skin against skin and a mixture of groans and moans and pleasured cries.
I was barreling toward my own release far too fucking soon, but there was no stopping this train. She felt too damn good.
“Need you to come, Sweetness. Milk your cock dry.”
Elena’s fingers dug into my chest as she rocked against me, chasing her pleasure. Her body trembled, her breaths coming in short gasps. Watching her lose control, knowing I was the one making her feel this way, it hit something primal inside me.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “Let me see you come apart.”
Her hand slid between our bodies, circling her clit as sherode me. Her movements grew frantic, desperate. The sight of her pleasuring herself while taking my cock had me gritting my teeth against my own release.
“That’s it, Sweetness. Show me how good it feels.”
She threw her head back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her inner walls clenched around me as she peaked again, her cry of pleasure echoing off the hotel room walls.
The rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm dragged me right to the edge. I gripped her hips harder, driving up into her with sharp, focused thrusts.
“Chase,” she gasped, collapsing forward onto my chest. Her lips found my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
“Fuck, Elena.” My voice was wrecked. “You’re gonna make me?—”
She bit down on my shoulder, and the sharp sting of pleasure-pain sent me hurtling over the edge. My vision went white as my soul left my body, and I emptied myself into the condom with a groan.
When my heart rate had settled from the out-of-body experience that was coming inside my perfect woman, I wrapped my arms loosely around Elena’s limp form—careful to avoid squeezing too tight against her bruises, despite wanting to squish her to me and maybe crawl into her skin a little bit.
I cradled her head against my chest for a few minutes until my dick was as limp as the woman sprawled out next to me and slowly slipped out of her. When I rolled her to her side, she looked up at me all sleepy and sated, and my chest cracked in two.
I was a changed man.
There was now only BE and AE: Before Elena and After Elena.
I brushed a hand across her sweat-slicked forehead and swept her dark, silken hair from her eyes before I bent to place a gentle kiss against her lips. “Be right back, Sweetness.”
I shuffled to the bathroom of her hotel room and quickly disposed of the condom and cleaned myself up. When I returned to the bed with a warm washcloth in hand, Elena was already drifting.
