Page 34 of The Heart Remembers

“Katie,” I warn, losing my rhythm a bit, but she ignores me, rocking back into me. Her hand slides lower on my leg, curving over the stump and cupping it with her hand. She’s lost to our connected motion, but she’s worshipping this part of me at the same time. Using her position as leverage, she hitches my leg higher, driving me deeper into her, and I’m losing my mind over her. She feels incredible in so many ways.

Eventually, her hand releases me, skimming back behind my knee and rocking my leg once before sliding to the back of my thigh and digging in her nails.

“Fuck,” I hiss, knowing I’m getting close faster than her. With a hand on her hip, I roll her to her back while I stay on my side, keeping our legs entwined and us attached. She loops one leg up over my body to my shoulder, and my fingers meet her clit, rubbing at her while driving into her.

“Oh, God.” She purrs. “Like this.” Her head rolls to the side as her hips rock, her channel clenching around me. She’s squeezing me so tight I’m ready to burst, but I hold back, holding out until I feel her let loose around me.

“Levi,” she cries out softly, coming over me again, and I smile to myself.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” She’s milking me until I can’t take it. I shove at her hip, and she rolls away from me. With a hand on her waist, I push at her back until she’s flat on her belly.

“My turn,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I climb between her thighs, which spread for me, and then I command, “Knees.”

She bends up on them, giving me a fine view of her ass, and folds up to her elbows.

“Stretch out,” I say, skimming a hand down her spine, forcing her upper half to lower for the mattress. Katie reaches for the edge of the bed and curls her fingers over it. “Hang on.”

My hand retracts down her back, and I surge into her. Her body shifts forward, but I clutch her hips. Lost to the sensation, I hammer into her, causing the bed to squeak and Katie’s purr to turn to a stuttering groan.

“So deep like this,” I admit. “So good. Need more. Need you.” I’m stammering with sputtering thoughts, matching my rhythm of filling her over and over again. When my lower back tightens, and my balls clench, I still, giving in to the pulsing rush of release filling the condom. Damn, I want to be free inside her, but that could lead to all kinds of trouble. For now, I relish the feel of her around me, and the jolting of me inside her.

“Sweet baby,” I mutter, collapsing over her a moment before rolling to my side and taking her with me.

“Hmmm,” she hums, and I love that I’ve fucked the words out of her, but I’d still like to know her thoughts.

“Round two?” I question, wondering what she thought.

“Want a score?” she teases, her voice lazy and sated.

“One to ten.”

“Twelve,” she whispers, and I smile again, dipping my nose to her shoulder and circling her skin.

“Still want a third time?” I don’t even know if I can pull it off again. She’s drained me dry.

“Soon,” she whispers drowsily, and we slip into sleep for a while.

+ + +

I’m woken with fingers tickling down my shaft, and my eyes slowly open.

“Whatcha doing, naughty girl?”

She hums in a satisfied kitten way. “Just inspecting.”

“Whatcha see?” I question, wondering what she thinks of my damaged body. The spot where I was stabbed but healed. The part where I lost my leg. The tattoos that cover my entire arm. Her fingers trail back up my abs, through the thin trail of hair leading to my belly button.

“I like this,” she says, still sex kitten sounding while her nails comb through the fine hairs. Her palm flattens and coasts over my chest, climbing my body until she reaches a pec. Her fingertip swirls around my nipple, and then she lowers to suck it into her mouth.

I hiss. I’m sensitive here.

“My nipples aren’t usually sensitive,” she says to me. “Are yours?”

“Yes,” I exhale as her nail flicks over me again. “Why aren’t yours?”

“I don’t know. Some men are all about breasts, and I’m like what’s the big deal. After last night, I might understand a little better.”

“Yeah, you like me pinching you.”