Page 122 of Light Up The Night
"You, uh, sore at all?" I ask.
She smiles, shrugs. "A bit, perhaps. Not enough to hinder my need for more."
She gathers my cock in her palm, brushing the tip with her thumb, watching me as I grow in her hand.
"That so?"
"Yes. It is." She looks down at me, meeting my gaze. "There is one thing I feel you should know."
"Okay."
My cock is hard, now, and she caresses my length in her soft little hand. She gnaws on her lip as she watches her hand slide down my cock, twist up around the head, and then her eyes go to mine again. "One of the precautions I took, medically, leading up to my departure for Sudan was to go on birth control. Not…ahhh…not because I had any anticipation of having sex, obviously, but as a means of reducing the frequency, duration, and intensity of my periods. I took a shot which prevents pregnancy for up to a year."
I blink as I absorb this information. "Oh. Okay."
Her eyes fix on mine, frank and open and honest. "There were other reasons. In case of…well…in case anything untoward were to happen. I do not wish to think of such things at the moment—and indeed, nothing of the sort happened, please be assured of that. I just…I wanted you to know."
I hiss as she cups my balls in one hand and strokes my length with the other, arching up into her touch. "Fuck, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good, the way you touch me."
This makes her grin. "Your pleasure brings me joy. Feeling you orgasm inside me…" she bites her lip. "It was nearly as powerfully pleasurable as my own orgasm."
I pull out of her grip and flip her to her back, burying my face in the sweet honey of her pussy and devouring her greedily. I have her wailing in seconds, and she crushes her thighs around my ears and grinds against my mouth, arched and bucking into my mouth as she comes.
"Riley," she pants, after her second wave of climax. "Please—please. I need you, my love."
I slide up her body; she wipes her juices off my beard and then kisses me.
"You have me,” I say.
She stops me when I reach for the box of condoms. "I have a question, first."
I pause. "Yeah?"
"Are you…you are…you have only been with me…right? Since, um…?”
My heart flutters in my chest as I realize where she's going with this. “Yeah, honey. I'm clean. After the last time I…um…was with anyone, I got tested. Just to be sure. But I…I've always used protection.Always. But I know I'm clean. I can show you the results.
She shakes her head. “Unnecessary. I trust your word."
"Why…um, why do you ask, honey?"
She swallows hard. "Because I want…" she bites her lip, eyes shining as she looks up at me. "I don't want you to wear a condom."
"Baby, even though you're on the shot, there's still—"
She covers my mouth. "I know." She squirms, restless hands roaming my shoulders. "I know," she repeats. "Do…do you love me?"
"With all that I am."
"Would you abandon me, should…that…happen?"
My heart turns to stone at the mere suggestion. “Fuckno," I snap, angrily. I soften. "No. Never. I'll never,everabandon you. No matter fucking what." I swallow hard now. “Why, though? Can you tell me why you don't want to use protection?"
"I want to be one with you—totally. I want nothing between us. I…" she frowns. "I think perhaps it is also a sensory issue. Icould feel it. The latex, I mean. I didn't…I did not like the way it felt. I want your skin and nothing else."
"It's a risk, honey."
"I accept the risk, if you do."
