Page 50 of A Not So Merry Rescue
She grinds against my face, her legs quaking next to my ears, riding out the power of the orgasm. My fingers didn’t even get a chance in the action, something I’ll have to remedy when she comes down from the high and I can breathe a little better.
The temporary interruption was worth it.
Perhaps not to my cock. It’s an angry motherfucker, not patiently waiting its turn for pleasure.
With her in this position, I can’t see her face, but I have a good idea what she might look like.
Red cheeks.
Glassy eyes.
Beautiful.
Willa’s the one to break our connection, falling into a heap on the bed beside me. She angles her head my way, her eyes closed, face flushed, back heaving. “I’ll take an order of that again, at your leisure. Ecstatic. Well done. Need more.” The last phrase is murmured, almost as if she’s afraid to ask for more, even though she made it clear moments ago what she wanted.
And she calls me a conundrum.
I flip to my side, working my boxers off to prepare for whatever comes next. ‘Cause whatever it is, my cock needs to be free.
“There’s plenty more. All night. Tomorrow. The next day.” I stop short of going too far out. She’s not here indefinitely. This won’t be a regular occurrence.
Damn, do I wish it could be.
The thought wriggles deep within me, from a spot unearthed only by Willa. No one before her. Too bad we’re not on the same page about so many things.
“Going to need recovery time. It’s never been so . . . vigorous. So bewitching. So gratifying.”
There’s been only general talk about our past hookups and relationships. She’s made it clear she had someone special, though where he went and why they’re not still together remains a mystery.
Stupid fool to give someone like her up. Dude doesn’t know what he’s missing.
“Take the time you need. If you thought that was powerful, wait until I get my cock in you.”
One eye cracks open. “Cock-y, much?” She emphasizes the first part of the word.
I thrust my hips. “I can back it up. You’ll see.”
She opens the other eye, rearranging to lie on her side. It offers a magnificent view of her boobs squished together. Despite being satiated, I want another taste.
My cock has other plans.
Because it wants to get inside her. To feel her sweet heataround it. To know what it’s like to be squeezed while she’s coming undone.
Or, maybe that’s more my thinking. Considering it doesn’t have a brain and I’m the one who does.
I definitely need to see her face when she comes. To watch her reach the pinnacle and detonate all because of me.
These thoughts pummel me from out of the blue. I’ve never been so drawn to a woman, never felt so connected. Willa is making me feel all the things, things way beyond temporary.
I lie on my side, propped on my left forearm. Lust swims in the midnight orbs, the color intensified by our sensual act. “Your eyes are so pretty.”
“Thanks.” She accepts the compliment graciously. I appreciate that about her. She admits her flaws and faults but isn’t afraid to accept praise for her strengths.
With my free hand, I trail a finger down her cheek, and her head curls toward it, a soft mewl spilling from her mouth. This isn’t quite the recovery time she asked for, but hell if I can stop where it’s going. I can maybe stretch the foreplay a little longer, but my dick’s hard as steel. There’s only so much pain a man in my circumstances can take.
Before I take this any further, I sink onto my back and sheathe myself, rolling the condom on quickly and securely. To protect us both. With wide eyes and bated breath, Willa watches my every movement. Every little move I make, she nods along, giving her permission for what I’m doing. Well, I assume that’s what she’s doing. I won’t ask her, though her action incites me.
As if I need any added encouragement.
