A low groan tears from my throat as I bottom out, my forehead dropping to the back of her shoulder. Her pussy clenches around me, still fluttering from the aftershocks, and I have to bite down on her skin to stop myself from losing it right there.
“Fuck...baby,” I rasp against her neck, my voice wrecked. My injured wrist is braced beside her head, but I don’t care about the pain. All I feel is her gripping me.
I move slowly to start, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sinking back in deep, and grinding against her with every thrust. She moans into the pillow, pushing back to meet me, her fingers squeezing mine so tight the ring digs into both our palms, branding us.
Every stroke feels better than the last. The wet sound of her pussy taking me, the way her back arches, the little gasps she makes every time I hit that spot inside her—it’s driving me insane. I shift my angle slightly, fucking her deeper, and she cries out, her free hand fisting the sheets.
“That’s it,” I growl low in her ear, my lips brushing the shell of it. “Take it. Take all of me.”
I can feel her tightening around me already, building fast because she’s still sensitive from coming on my tongue. I don’t speed up. I keep the pace torturous, rolling my hips in deep, grinding circles that make her whole body shake.
I want to feel her fall apart on my cock this time and memorize exactly how she sounds when she comes with me inside her.
My good hand slides under her, finding her clit, and I rub slow, firm circles in time with my thrusts. She jerks beneath me, a sharp cry escaping her as her pussy spasms hard.
“Zach—oh God—”
“Come for me again,” I whisper roughly, kissing the side of her neck, then biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Let me feel it. I’ve waited months for this.”
She breaks. Her fifth orgasm hits her harder than the last. I feel her walls clamping down on me as she sobs my name into the pillow. The sensation is too much, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I thrust deep a few more times, chasing it, then bury myself to the hilt as my own release slams into me. Pleasure explodes down my spine, and I groan her name against her skin as I come hard inside her, filling her with pulse after pulse until I’m shaking, empty, and completely wrecked.
For a long moment, we just lie there, panting, my body covering hers, my cock still buried deep. I press soft kisses along her shoulder, my thumb stroking the back of her hand where the ring sits between us.
Eventually I ease out of her with a low groan, watching as a thick trickle of cum leaks from her and drips down onto the sheets.
She makes a soft, protesting sound at the loss, so I roll us both onto our sides, pulling her back against my chest. Her breathing is still ragged, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses there while my good hand gently strokes up and down her side.
“Stay right here,” I murmur against her skin. “I’ll take care of you.”
I force myself to get up and head to the small bathroom. When I find a clean washcloth, I run it under some warm water and wring it out. Then I grab a dry towel and head back to her.
When I return, she’s still on her side with this blissful smile on her face.
I climb back onto the bed and gently roll her onto her back.
“Legs open for me, baby,” I say quietly.
She obeys without hesitation, parting her thighs. She hisses a little as I start to clean her, still oversensitive, so I lean down and press a light kiss just above her mound in apology.
“Too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Feels good... just tender. It’s been a while.”
Yeah, since the cruise.
I take my time, making sure I get every trace of us off her skin. When I’m satisfied, I fold the cloth and use the dry towel to pat her dry. Then I wipe myself down quickly before tossing both towels in the basket in the corner.
I crawl back up the bed and pull her into my arms again, tucking her head under my chin. She curls into me immediately, one leg sliding between mine, her ringed hand resting on my chest. I cover it with my bandaged hand, feeling the metal warm against our skin now.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face with my fingers.
“Mhm,” she hums, pressing a lazy kiss to my collarbone. “More than okay. I’m with you.”
I kiss the top of her hair and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how long we stay like this together, but I only bother to check the clock once Honey shifts out of the bed.
3 a.m.
