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One side of his lips rose in a smile. “I said, take your pants off.”
I obeyed, keeping my eyes on his length. My heart beat erratically as I stilled, standing nude in front of him, my body trembling with anticipation. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing escaped. I heaved each breath, my mind swimming with what was about to happen. There was no turning back now, not with that massive cock promising to make me feel so damn good. I deserved to feel good for once. I needed it.
“Come over here,” he commanded. I took a step forward, and he drew me back into his arms. He hooked his hands behind my knees, one at a time, until I straddled him. I could feel him, hard and ready beneath me, and I whimpered. His hand moved around my back and down... lower, running a palm over my ass.
He made his way further, until his fingers stroked my center, spreading my wetness up to my clit. I cried out, and my body jolted. He grunted and adjusted his injured leg. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, rocking my body against his touch.
“Don’t be,” he said, but I could feel his leg clench beneath me and the slippery feeling of blood.
I tried to push off, afraid of what damage I could do. “I’ll hurt you. Your... l-leg.”
“Get back down here,” he ordered, yanking me back flush with him. “Sometimes a little pain mixed with pleasure is good.” His eyes were playful when he spoke, and full of lust.
Pressed flush against him, he didn’t hesitate to slide one finger inside me while licking and nipping the side of my neck. My entire body quaked in response, sending goose pimples across my skin.
Another finger stretched me and pushed further, filling me with his touch.
“Sam, I’m not on anything. We don’t have anything,” I gasped. My words didn’t stop me from grinding down with every stroke of his fingers.
“I could do this until you come on my hand. Or I could bury my face between your legs,” he answered. Each word was calm and self-assured. My voice cracked and stuttered while he remained in complete control.
Another finger, and a deep moan left my lips. It was pleading and loud and escaped a woman in the throes of ecstasy. I grabbed his wrist and rode his fingers while he kissed across my shoulder and chest, dragging me forward and back.
“You know what I think,” he growled. “I think you’re my fucking wife.” He removed his fingers and slammed his length inside me in one motion. I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders, piercing his skin. My shallow pants turned into cries as he clutched my hips, pumping himself in and out.
“Fuck!” I screamed over the slap of our bodies. Sam filled me with every glorious inch, hitting all the spots that sent tingles of pleasure across my skin. I felt my core immediately tighten, squeezing against his shaft. He grunted, pulling my hips up and keeping me there, hovering with just the tip of him inside. His strength in that moment, even after all he’d endured, filled my heart with admiration.
“You feel... too good,” he moaned and brought me back down in a slow stroke. “So good.”
Lips barely touching, our breaths were heavy, exchanging air between our open mouths. We stared into each other’s eyes as he continued to thrust. It was both intimate and terrifying, and I wished the feeling would never end.
I wrapped my arms around his back as he continued pounding into me. He closed his eyes and kissed me, slower, harder. His tongue invaded my mouth with deep strokes. He kissed me like we had known each other for years. It felt familiar and right, and I lost myself in it.
My body had taken over, desperate for the climax. I tried not to scream out again as the heat grew in my center and burned through my veins.
“I’m coming,” I panted into his mouth. He tensed as I felt him thicken and stretch me further.
“Good, baby. I–I can’t…” he gasped.
When he exploded inside me, I went over the edge, convulsing in his arms. I moved my mouth to the side of his neck, tasted the salt of his sweat, and let his skin muffle my endless moans of pleasure. My release took all my strength, and I went limp in his arms. I smiled against his skin and enjoyed the moment of peace, of bliss.
I kept myself wrapped around him until I felt chilled from my nakedness, and even then, I had to make myself get up. As I separated our bodies, Sam watched me with hooded eyes. His gaze rose to mine with a close-lipped smile.
“God, you’re sexy, Row. I could have you again if you let me.”
I grabbed the washcloth off the floor and tossed it into the sink with the soap. I needed to clean myself up before work. I smiled back at him, unsure of myself and how to act at the moment. I didn’t have the immediate pang of regret that I’d felt before after giving myself to a man, but I was uneasy.
He grabbed my arm and sat me back on the bed, wrapping me in the sheet. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m better than okay. I wanted that. It’s just… we weren’t careful,” I answered. My head registered the immediate thoughts of guilt. I had decided long ago to never have children, and I was always vigilant about protection. This place made me careless. Or maybe it was this man?
“I meant to pull out,” he admitted. “I just couldn’t separate from you. Whatever happens, happens. We’re in this together. Especially if there is another one of us.”
I stiffened immediately and clenched my jaw. Sam sat up straight in response. I could feel the pain in my heart, with a mix of sadness and anger. This environment made every emotion and feeling rise to the surface.
“Row?” he questioned. “What’s wrong? Am I making you panic? Everything we have been through and no condom fills you with dread?”
“What’s your real name?” I spat. “I’ll call you Sam, but tell me. I need to know if we’re having sex.”
