Page 50 of Hearts to Mend

Normally, I’d use my left hand for works of dexterity, but I don’t want the numbness on my left side to ruin this for her or me. So it’s my right tonight, baby. Lucky for us, I’m ambidextrous.

Dee welcomes my advance, shifting her legs to give me space to work. I slide my middle finger inside, and her breath catches. She whimpers, and that sound sends me over the edge. I’m hard as fucking stone as she mewls and writhes and drips down my finger. Her weight hangs from where she’s wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips seek mine as she angles for a kiss.

When I slip a second finger inside, she goes boneless, and her breath turns ragged as she clings to me, her fingers tangled in my hair. She pulls away from the kiss to watch me and let me watch her. I’ve always loved to watch this part: her eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open as she gasps and cries out in ecstasy. It’s music to my ears.

Taking my fingers out of her jeans, I slip them into my mouth and lick them clean as I say, “I definitely rank the sound of your orgasm over coyotes.”

Dee watches me savor her flavor and gives me a look. It’s that look, the one that tells me she’s turned on again, ready for more.

“Come on,” she says and clasps my free hand in hers as she starts tugging me back toward the road.

“Where are we going?”

“My back seat.”

I laugh. “What happened to ‘indoors, in a proper bed’?”

“We work with what we’ve got.”

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She unlocks her way into the purple Charger parked farthest from the house, affording us at least a little privacy. As soon as she’s inside, she slips her shirt off and tosses it into the front. I slide in behind her, closing the car door as quietly as I can, then my shirt joins hers as I start to strip. Beside me, Dee is trying to yank her shoes and jeans off at the same time. At least she’s finally out of her boot, but still, it’s a mess. I help, tugging her sneakers off as she kicks and wiggles her way out of the rest. All that’s left is her bra, and when she reaches to pop it off, too, I grab her wrists and hold them there, behind her back.

“I’ll take care of this one.” I slide across the seat, squeezing my grip on her arms, demonstrating my control. She doesn’t seem to mind as I run the tip of my nose up the column of her neck, breathing her in. She shivers when I run my tongue back down, then use my teeth to grab hold of the strap of her bra and pull it off her shoulder.

Still in my grasp, she squirms and sighs and gets one leg over my lap, straddling me in the middle of the back seat. I run my tongue down her chest to the edge of her bra, a pale silk that’s almost as soft as her skin. With my teeth again, I tug the cup down to reveal her tight nipple, rising and falling with her heavy breath.

I take it into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, sucking and nibbling on that tight, pink tip. Her breath goes ragged, and she moans so sweetly, I do it all again and again until I turn my attention to the other strap of her bra, tugging it down her arm so she’s completely exposed to me.

And then, I stare. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You take my breath away,” I finally say, trying to sound sweet before the beast in me takes over. Which he does, with a growl from the back of my throat as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

When I release my grip on her wrists to pop the snap on her bra, Dee uses the opportunity to reach for the button and zipper of my jeans. I pull her bra the rest of the way off and run my hands all over her gorgeous body, caressing her until I reach her ass and squeeze.

“You have a magnificent ass.”

“I run a lot of stairs,” she responds as she pulls my cock out of the confines of my jeans. “Oh, baby, is this all for me?”

She’s so sexy when she talks dirty, her hand stroking me from stem to tip.

“Every inch of me is yours,” I say as I slide my hands down her ass until my fingers reach between her thighs to touch and tease her pussy. “You’re so wet for me.”

She makes a sound like a purr, which revs me hotter, but her hands freeze midstroke, and she frowns at me. “Do you have a condom?”

I freeze too. “Not on me. Do you?”

She pulls away to shake her head. We stare at each other for a long moment, considering options. I have a box of condoms in a drawer in my room, but I’d have to sneak past my family and into the room where my son sleeps to get them.

After a moment, during which she’s still stroking my cock, Dee says, “I’m on birth control, and I was tested for STIs after leaving my last boyfriend.”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone except you in five years.”

She blinks at me. “Really?”

I nod, but otherwise I don’t move. Watching her, I wait for her to decide what happens next.

Slowly, she strokes my cock again and shifts her hips closer to me, then slides down my length. She gasps as she takes me all the way in and starts to move.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby, you feel so good, so goddamn perfect,” I groan.

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