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"Gwen! Yes, squeeze me more with that tight pussy of yours!"
My eyes roll to the back of my head as an orgasm washes over me, making my passage spasm around him.
"Look at me."
The tone in his voice sends a thrill through me and I open my eyes and tilt my head back to meet his gaze. One of his hands trails down my body as his expert fingers find my clit and rub into it.
My lips part as I gyrate my hips, making him feel like he's going even deeper into me, and I don't know how it is possible. Again, my hands go down his ass and I grip at him.
He groans. "That's it, Gwen, come all over my cock. I want to feel you gush. You're so good."
His praise makes my brain turn fuzzy and sparks appear in my vision. The world almost goes still before all at once everything crashes down over me and I'm coming harder than I ever have in my life. I don't know if I'm screaming or if the air is caught in my lungs. I arch my back toward him, my nipples brush over his chest, adding another layer to the orgasm.
Hot fluid fills me as his cock twitches, and he moves to hold me close to him. In the blink of an eye, he's flipped us, and I have to lean forward and grip at his chest to gain my balance. My body adjusts to having him in me at a new angle and his hands hold my hips. My hips move on him slowly, feeling him deflate inside me, but it feels like he wants to remain in me as much as I want him to.
I look down at him. "You feel so big inside me, even when you're soft."
He chuckles and his hands slide up my sides to my breasts, his rough thumbs graze over the hard peaks of my nipples. "If you keep moving your hips like that, I'm going to be hard again in no time."
I move my hips more grinding my clit against his lower stomach as I have him sheathed inside me. I sign, "Now you have me up for the challenge. You're going to have me coming until you'll have to carry me to the bathroom because my leg muscles will be too tired from orgasms to walk."
He thrusts up. "I like challenges."
Chapter Fifteen
Porter
Gently I wash awaythe evidence of our coupling, as I have her sit on the lid of the toilet. True to my word, I made sure that she wouldn't be able to walk after. I lost count after her tenth orgasm, This woman can keep up with me sexually and loves to come. Despite being exhausted, I think that she would keep going. I'm not as young as I used to be and had to take a break after our third consecutive round. I had no idea she would be so voracious with sex.
It makes me wonder what she would be into. I've already told her I'm not gentle. The fact that we went hard for nearly two hours should be proof of that, but I want to discuss with her her hard limits. Given her history, I don't want to do something like choke her or tie her up and have it trigger a bad memory. I'd rested my hand against her throat to test her and she tensed under me. I can't imagine she's been with anyone who knows or cared about doing breath play correctly.
Her poor pussy lips are swollen, and I know I have to give her at least a day to recover. I'm due to go back to New York soon, just to keep everyone happy. But all of me wants to stay here until Silas and Beckett are back in town. I'm gentle as my fingers run over her curls and wash her with the spray of the wand.
I eye the dark spots starting to form where I'd gripped her ass and spanked her a few times, when I could no longer resist the urge. "I'm sorry if I hurt you at any point. It wasn't my intention. If I do anything you don't like, please don't hesitate to stop me. I want you to enjoy our time together."
A soft laugh leaves her. "You never hurt me, not in the way you think you did." Her hand moves over the bruises forming on her ass and then to the love bites that litter her neck and chest. "I wear these as a badge of honor."
She's going to make me hard again talking like that. I love that she's no longer hiding her laugh or her moans. They may be different, but they no less turn me on. Knowing that she's happy or feeling the same pleasure fills me with joy and satisfaction.
Gwen shakily stands. "I can wash your back."
I grin as I hand her the wand and turn my back to her. I already know I have scratch marks all over it. They burn to high heaven, but I love it. It's not good sex unless we both come away from it with marks.
The hot water rushes over my back and she runs a hand with a soap bar over it. It stings, but the scratches will need to be rinsed at some point. I clear my throat. "After this, I need to head to the store to get a few more things for here. I want you to eat more protein and build your muscles. I also need to check my phone to see if there's any word about my brothers who are in China. They may come back early."
The water and soap stop, and I glance over my shoulder to look at her. She frowns. Turning around I take the wand and soap from her and put them where they go as I turn off the water. "What is it? Why do you look sad all of a sudden?"
I turn to her naked form and notice she's shivering. I grab two towels from under the sink, wrap one around her before I do the same to myself. Not that we need to cover up now, but there is a slight chill in the bathroom.
She looks at me. "I'm scared."
I frown. "What are you scared about? Starting a new life? I know it sounds scary, but you'll get to be free and not look over your shoulder all the time."
She swallows hard and shakes her head no. "I'm scared this will all end once you don't have to keep me here. What if you don't want me once I'm not a damsel needing to be saved? I don't want to be alone again."
I rub the towel around her shoulders. "That won't happen, Gwen." I took notice that she likes it a lot when I say her name. I think it's a turn on for her. "I've never saved a woman before and there's something about you. Something that I've felt since the moment I spotted you in the market you worked for. I knew you were special, and I knew from that very second for the first time in a long time I would fail a mission, because I couldn't kill you, nor could I let you be killed by someone else. There's a reason why his aim was so off that day."
She peers up at me, her green eyes searching mine as she frowns with the unasked question. I usher her out of the bathroom and over to the bed so we can each get clothes. She drops the towel from around her shoulders. "What do you mean?"
