Soon she’s trembling above me, thighs squeezing at my sides as her hand pulls at my hair. I hold on tighter to her legs, keeping her in place as I bring her to the edge, sucking and nipping on her clit until she cries out and convulses above me. I hum as her sweet nectar drips into my mouth, and I consume every drop that her body releases.
As she gasps for air, I crawl out from under her then pick her up into my arms as her legs come around my waist and arms circle my neck. I press her back against the mirror and with one hand align myself before I plunge deep inside of her. She cries out my name as I fuck her harshly against the mirror.
We don’t often have sex like this, feral and animalistic. Most times it’s pretty soft and passionate, and I love it that way. But there are days where I just want to drive into her like a crazed man until she screams and turns into a puddle of mush.
The mirror rattles behind us, and for a split second I fear it might break. I couldn’t care less about the mirror, but I don’t want to hurt her in the process.
“Hold on, Angel,” I tell her as she tightens her hold around my neck. I grab her thighs and push them up against her body, then I ram into her repeatedly, the sound of our grunts and slapping skin filling the room loudly.
“Oh fuck! Shane! Yes, yes, YES!” she yells, seconds before I capture her mouth, silencing her shouts.
When she begins to slip as her arms around my neck loosen, I hoist her back up properly, but a jolt of pain shoots through my shoulder as I make a wrong move. My grip on her thigh slips, but I reposition it quickly, not wanting to drop her. Again, another sharp zing hits me.
“Fuck!” I curse as I bury my face in the crook of her neck. I don’t stop thrusting into her as I try to ignore the ache growing with every second in my shoulder.
God, I freaking hate this! Why now? Why when I’m fucking my beautiful girlfriend? Why couldn’t it wait until after? Until we were lying in bed, where I could just take some meds or sleep it off.
“Shane?” Aubrey asks with worry, but I ignore her.
It’s been ten years, why is this shit still happening!?
I grunt with pain as I continue to pleasure my girl, but I know she senses something is wrong.I was so close, I can finish this, it’s fine. I’ve got this, God damn it!
“Shane, stop.” I ignore her again. Instead, I fuse my lips to hers, hoping that will distract me, but it barely changes a thing and I’m beginning to sweat from the pain.
Aubrey breaks our kiss with hurry. “Shane, put me down! Now!” She pushes against me and releases my neck, forcing me to put her down as I slip out of her.
I’m even losing my fucking boner because of my stupid shoulder!
I take a step backwards and turn my back to her, aggressively swiping my fingers through my hair with one hand as I try to shake out my shoulder. “Fucking bullshit!”
I don’t get mad often, I try to accept my injury for what it is and that the pain comes and goes from time to time. But when it stops me from doing something beautiful with the woman I love, I can’t help but let my anger out.
“Shane, it’s okay. We don’t need to do it like that.” She steps closer and places her hand on my back, but I shrug her off, too pissed off at myself.
“It’s not okay. I can’t even have you like I’d want you without it flaring up. It’s already ruined my career, now it’s going to ruin my sex life too!”
“It’s not ruining anything, Shane. Please, can’t you see that? I don’t care about the position we do. I don’t need us to be adventurous and try new things. I just want you, that’s all.” She walks around me and circles my waist with her arms. “I just want you,” she whispers once more.
My dick jerks at her words, coming slowly back to attention. I let out a deep sigh and wrap my arms around her. “I’m sorry,” I say, kissing her crown. “I didn’t mean to get mad.”
“I know.” She kisses my chest. “Can you lie down on the bed for me?” she murmurs against me as her lips trail softly over my sweaty skin.
I nod my head and release her, getting onto the bed and lying down gently like she asked me to before she climbs above me, straddling my hips. She doesn’t position me right away, instead she leans in and claims my lips.
We make out like we can’t get enough of each other—and let’s be real, we can’t—until finally I’m fully erect again andready to finish what we started. The pain in my shoulder slowly diminishes with every second that passes.
Lifting her hips, she reaches between her legs and grasps my cock in her fist. She slides my head through her still wet folds a few times, then places me at her entrance and sinks down my length. We both moan as our mouths reconnect and she begins to ride me, grinding her hips down as one of my hands threads through her hair and the other wraps around her waist, holding her close.
We make love in the same position we did back in December, the same way that created this beautiful little star growing inside of her. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, Shane.”
It doesn’t take us long to tumble over the edge, a euphoric moment of ecstasy claiming us both. Her walls squeeze around my throbbing length as my balls tighten and we both come, moaning each other’s names on our lips.
We stay in this position for a while as we regain our breath. I glide my hand through her long blonde hair, all the way down her back as I let the smooth strands fall through my fingers.
“What happened exactly, Shane?” Her quiet voice fills the soundless room. “Your injury,” she clarifies when I don’t answer.
