Page 44 of Slow Burn (Forbidden Heat 2)

“Ever since then, I’ve suffered some post-traumatic stress symptoms. I used to do therapy, but it seemed to go nowher

e. And I realized that the best thing for me to do would be to just move on and just start over. That’s what I’m trying to do. But then I met you, and I am so afraid of losing you the way I lost Ed…”

Shelly broke down and started crying again. I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. She felt so soft, but I could feel her inner strength and that cut through the trembles of her anguish. I hated to see her in any kind of pain. That was wrong for her to carry the weight of so much guilt with her, but I knew that just telling her and reassuring her that she was not at fault would never be enough.

So, all I could do was hold her. I waited until the pain had passed through her enough that she started to calm down again, and then I pulled back slightly from her. I wiped her tears with the back of my hand and looked into her hypnotic eyes. “Honey, you will get through this. I can’t even imagine what you are really going through, but know that I am here and I’m not going anywhere. I give you my word. I will always be right here for you.”

I meant it too. There was no way a fire would ever beat me when I had something this amazing to live for. When you had someone to live for and not just yourself, it was amazing how much farther you would go to save yourself in a dire situation.

Shelly rolled out of bed and gave herself a bit of a shake. She was trying to come out of it and get on with the day at hand. I checked the clock on the nightstand. It said it was a quarter after five. It was too late to go back to sleep. I usually set my own alarm for six, whether it was a workday or not.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Shelly said. “I’m covered in sweat.”

I could see that she was wet from head to toe. She was nude, her body glistening in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the shreds of daylight creeping under the cracks of the blinds. She looked amazing and I couldn’t help but feel turned on. I was also nude and my hard cock began to swell and graze against the soft sheets on the bed.

Shelly walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but not all the way. I waited a moment until I heard the shower running and then I stood up to stretch. I was getting harder by the second thinking about how sexy she looked. And I loved the closeness we’d just felt, holding her and letting her lean on me. I was there for her in any way she ever needed me to be. That love would never leave me for her. She was my angel. I wanted her to know that she was the most important thing in the world to me.

I sauntered over to the door and watched through the crack as Shelly stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She stood under the shower getting herself all wet, allowing the stress of it all to wash over her and out of her.

I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure she’d necessarily be in the mood for this, but sometimes making love during times of intense stress was the best way to get rid of that stress. At least it was for me.

Opening the door to the shower, I paused a moment as Shelly turned her head to look at me and locked eyes with me. I saw her gaze soften and I knew that she was feeling the same way that I was.

I stepped behind her and closed the door. She stood there facing the shower, her head held back as the water sprayed over her face and down her chest. She looked immaculate. The most amazing woman I’d ever seen right there in front of me. I was her man and I felt like the luckiest guy who’d ever lived.

I was so hard right then. My arms wrapped around her and held her close to me, quickly finding her soft, round breasts. I got harder still, my boner grazing against the most beautiful, shapely clefts of her ass. I rubbed my cock against her crack, slowly moving back and forth, up and down, gently working my way into her crack until I found her sweet entrance points.

Meanwhile, my hands kneaded her breasts, fingering the nipples and letting them slip between my fingers as I kissed the back of her neck. She moaned softly and her ass pressed firmly against my raging erection. I wanted to move forward slowly and enter her asshole. I wondered if she’d ever had that form of lovemaking before. I thought I might have asked her at one point, but feeling the way I was there I thought it might have been a good idea now. Why not…?

I moved one hand down to the sweet cleft between her legs. My fingers found her pussy wet as could be already, the clit fully engorged with sensation. I placed my thumb on it and pushed gently, moving in a nice circular motion. My other digits entered between her slippery folds. I floated around the entrance and then pushed harder into her tight canal.

My cock was flirting with her asshole, moving from that tight, unchartered territory and moving down to the wetness of her pussy. She did not seem put off or at all daunted by the idea of having me enter her back door and I took that as a great sign.

I tilted her head back and to the side with the edge of my hand and then I kissed her hard on the mouth, covering her lips with mine as I inhaled the passion from her body. She moaned and gasped at the same time with my mouth over hers. Her body bent backwards at the signs of lust that were working their way through the two of us.

Her nipples were so hard now. They slipped back and forth between my fingers as I laid my hands back on her magnificent breasts. I was so hard, so ready for her that I could barely contain myself any longer. I could tell that Shelly did not need any more build up here either. She was ready to get rid of the bad feelings she had and replace them with good ones. She needed me to make her feel good right then, and I was more than happy to do it. I wanted to feel that sweet release as well.

I gently bent her over. She leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the hot water fall over her back and splash down her ass and onto me. I massaged her soft, sweet ass for a moment, admiring its beauty and perfection. Then I entered her pussy. She was so wet. And already tight as could be. I could feel her lust making her swell inside, as if she wanted to trap me in there and do whatever she could to ensure my maximum orgasmic potential.

“Fuck,” I said as I entered her. “That’s so good, baby.”

“You like that?” she asked. “Fuck me hard. I need it. Don’t hold back. Fuck the living shit out of me.”

I was surprised by her words, but I did as she demanded. I was in no position to hold back anyways. I was just too ready, too horny. I had become overpowered by passion.

I grabbed her hair and pulled tightly as I began to fuck her hard. My cock pounded in and out of her tight pussy with every single thrust forward. I could feel that she was enjoying it so much. The pleasure I felt in that moment was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The thoughts, the feelings, they were all so primal. It was like the deepest most animalistic parts of my brain and limbic system were working together to tap into something that I’d never accessed before.

I pumped Shelly harder with every single stroke. Her breasts were bouncing wildly beneath her. I loved to watch them sway back and forth. It turned me on to no end and gave what we were doing that sweet, little spark.

“That’s it! Ah… fuck me!” Shelly cried out.

I thrusted hard, spearing her tight pussy with my dick. I paused after every thrust to enjoy the savoring of pleasure between the two of us. Her hips bucked back against me as if trying to speed up the process, but I was in control now. I was going to dictate the speed that this whole thing went.

I pushed harder into her, going as deeply as I possibly could and then pulling out vigorously all the way. I admired my wet, throbbing cock that was now dripping with her sweet juices and then I pushed it right back into her. Shelly moaned loudly with every single thrust. She was loving every second of it and I was getting closer to what felt like an epic orgasm, but I wasn’t quite done yet. I wanted something else.

“You are so good,” I said. “How does this feel?”

“Good. I want it harder. Oh… shit… baby… that’s so…ah…” Shelly moaned, trying to put together coherent sentences, but she was too caught up in the passion of it all.

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