This isn’t the mood she was hoping for when she prompted these questions, but she can’t deny him the chance to unburden himself, even if his confession is full of misplaced guilt.
She cups his face with a gentle palm, feathering her thumb across the stubble on his cheek. “If I were with you back then for real, I would have given you that any time you needed me. Don’t ever feel like wanting me is wrong. I’ve wanted you for just as long and just as badly.”
She has him now. She’s pushed up against him so close there’s not an inch of space between them. There’s nothing stopping her from getting even closer. It’s not in her nature to cling or smother, yet that is all she wants to do when she’s with Wade. Every moment they aren’t touching, she burns for the relief of his skin on hers.
The dog decides now is a good time to dart in fast and grab the meat while they’re distracted before running for the back door of the trailer again. They watch silently, frozen in place with his cock starting to tent his pants, waiting to see if they’ll have another visitor, but the first sighting is the last.
They put out the fire and rush into the tiny camper so quickly she nearly trips, laughing when he catches her. He loses his balance too after knocking his head on the roof. Then they’re both tumbling onto the mattress in a cluster of limbs.
“You okay?” she smiles, rubbing the back of his head while he unbuttons his shirt.
He makes a pitiful noise that’s clearly a teasing ploy for sympathy even as his hands move to her pants, proving he’s just fine.
She plays along. “Can I do anything to help?”
“There is one thing that’ll make it better.”
Her answer is swallowed in a kiss that sweeps into her mouth with a slow tongue and leaves her on the verge of begging for more.
Kara doesn’t want foreplay this time when she’s hot to the touch already and the only fix is him. They shed their clothes in record time and she swallows hard at the sight of him, her inner walls clenching already at knowing she’ll feel every inch soon. She craves something new tonight. He follows her lead easily, stretching out beside her so she can pull his arm around her waist, push her back to his chest, and hike a leg over his hip, opening herself for what comes next.
He takes no coaxing before slipping inside her so completely that a whimper escapes her throat at the satisfaction of finally being full again. His stamina has gotten better. They aren’t in any rush, so she relaxes into the rhythm of long, draining strokes. Her eyes flutter closed as a shiver runs up her spine when he kisses the back of her neck.
She wants him like this every day, often more than once. Her desire scares her for how all-consuming it’s become.
The muffled gasp of her name he sears into her shoulder sounds like a promise and a revelation all in one. It helps her believe that he is nearly as consumed by their flame as she is.
The first time is blissfully slow. They linger together for what feels like forever before curling up to rest, sweat-slicked and drowsy. His body wraps around her back, his softening cock tucked between her thighs to rest against the outside of her where she’s messy and wet from their efforts. It’s the best way she’s ever fallen asleep.
The second time is fast, only lit by the barest thread of moonlight after they’ve woken with hours left before sunrise. She rolls onto her back and he fits himself where he belongs again without a word, eliciting a hiss at the friction as they join because she’s already sore, but she’s never felt anything betterthan him pushing into her so quickly that she shunts a few inches up the bed.
They haven’t felt frantic like this since they began. Everything until now has been slow and sensual, almost comforting in the way they move together. Maybe he had a dream or a nightmare, she isn’t sure. There is a glint of that feral fire in his eyes when he thrusts into her this time. A desperation to prove that she’s real, which she hasn’t seen since they left the community back east.
“Take what you need,” she gasps into his neck. “Please, I need it, too.”
She didn’t realize just how badly she craved him in this way until his hips snap against hers hard enough, and with enough momentum, to rock the trailer.
One hand braces behind her to keep her head from shunting into the wall, the other scraping along his side with blunt nails, her eyes wide with shock at the pleasure ripping through her.
His teeth nip at her neck and she turns her head to bare her pulse for him, feeling his tongue lap at her skin before he moves down to bite at the juncture of her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, only hard enough that she feels it, just like she feels the way he lifts one leg to bend at the knee, pushing her open further so he can thrust deeper.
There’s a rumble in his throat that sounds like he’s claiming her when it growls against her skin, and her lashes flutter shut, her body surrendering to him.
Her orgasm hits her hard enough that she comes off the bed in an arc, her chest pushing up against his, her muscles fluttering and squeezing in rippling spasms. He never stops moving, only holds her in place as she trembles, prolonging her pleasure while she clenches around him. She’s never been as vulnerable with anyone as she is with Wade, and there is something about having her heart on display in such an obviousway, knowing he’ll take care of it, that has tears prickling her eyes as she begins to relax again.
When he comes, he pushes in so deeply that she tenses, a whimper escaping her as their hips press firmly together, his cock jerking again and again while he fills her. Her name is seared into the space between her neck and the pillow, his voice ragged and breathless, even as his orgasm refuses to let him go.
“I love you so much,” he breathes. “Tell me you’re real. Please, I need to hear it.”
Her heart breaks a little all over again for what he’s had to endure before they found each other. It has been easier lately to assume he’s so much further along in his recovery than he actually is. It’ll take time, she tells herself. Hopefully, they’ll have plenty of that now.
“I’m real.” She wraps her legs around his hips. “Look at me.”
Carefully, he lifts his head, meeting her eyes.
“We are real. I’ll tell you every day. Every night. Every time we’re together like this.”
Wade rests his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling for a long moment before his body uncoils and relaxes, and he gently pulls out of her.
