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Her eyelashes flutter as they shut and when I feel her body relax again, I start to take my hand away from her.
She grabs it.“Can I say for the record that you’ve definitely regained control of your hand since your injury?”She grins, looking thoroughly satisfied.
“I’ll send your compliments to the team of surgeons and physical therapists.”
Then she surprises me, lifting my forearm to her lips and kissing anywhere she sees a scar.
And there definitely are more than a few.
I don’t really mind the scars on my arm.I did at first—not because of the way they looked, but because of the questions that would follow.I didn’t like the attention of it, the sympathy.People don’t realize that I was one of the lucky ones.I’d rather the sympathy go to the ones who didn’t survive.Or to their families.
These days, years later, people tend to not notice the scars as they’ve faded with time.
But right now, as she kisses them so tenderly, my scars are happy for the attention.
I feel myself respond, my cock getting painfully hard.When she eventually lets go of my hand, I reach for a condom, sheathe myself and then sink into the moist folds that open for me.
My breath is stolen from me momentarily.How is it possible that this early in a relationship, I can feel this intense sense of completion when I’m inside of her like this?
Clearly, I’ve been too absorbed in my job.It’s been too long since I’ve had sex if I feel a growing addiction to this woman only on our second night together.
I should cool things down after this a bit.Take a small step away to let both of us catch our breath.
Ishould… but as I move in and out of her slick channel—savoring the way she seizes up on me, practically glorying in the way her eyes shroud over with need when I press deep into her—I know that cooling things down between us is the last thing I’m willing to do.
I want her tonight.And tomorrow.And the next day and for as long as she lets me.
I’m regretting that she’s been living next door to me for eighteen months and it took this long for me to discover her.To discover the way she pants and moans and gasps as I thrust into her again and again.To discover how wet she gets when I whisper to her the many ways I want to take her tonight.
To discoverthis—how it feels right now as she explodes in a climax, her channel pulsing around me as though she’s demanding that I come right along with her.
And I do.Instinct takes over, and my pace quickens right along with my heart rate.
She bucks and arches beneath me, taking all I have to offer her until eventually, I drive into her one last time, making her cry out my name in a thick, heated voice that seems to define satisfaction.
