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Her hips bucked against my hand and her body arched towards me as my mouth found her nipples again. The sounds of her pleasure were carried away by the breeze as I remembered we were on an island in the middle of a lake. I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit and she came hard, squirting her arousal over my jeans.
Looking down at the wet stain, her eyes went wide as she bit down on her bottom lip, obviously embarrassed. “Shit, Bear,” she panted, still breathless from her orgasm. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
“Don’t apologize. That was hot as hell.”
I withdraw my fingers, slowly scooping up as much of her arousal as I could, before smearing it over the length of my cock. Lifting her, I sat her next to me, while I pulled off my t-shirt and pulled my jeans down, so they were around my knees and then I laid back on the blanket.
“Take off your skirt, Rogue.”
“Yes, sir.” Pushing herself to stand, she stood and shimmied out of it, kicking it to one side. She looked beautiful. Her top was still pulled down, exposing her breasts, and her glistening arousal ran down her thighs as she moved to stand over me again.
“The only way we can do this, Rogue, is if you show me what you can cope with.”
“That I can do,” she replied with a smile, before rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger, making my cock leak in appreciation. She lowered herself down, straddling my shaft.
I groaned as she angled my cock to her entrance and sank down onto me. She took it slowly, and I watched the expressions on her face. Pressing her hands to my chest, she cried out as she took all of me. The look of pleasure quickly replaced by one of agony.
“Too much?”
“I don’t want to stop,” she whimpered.
“Is it too much, Rogue?”
“Yes.”
I pulled her towards me, so she was leaning over my chest, and lifted her hips up slightly, so I wasn’t buried as deep. I knew it had helped because her body relaxed, and she let out a contented sigh.
“Better.”
“Yes. So much better.”
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I moved her up and down my cock slowly, my mouth searching for hers. I buried my hand in her hair and guided her body with my other hand, listening to her reaction as she got used to being filled by me again. We rocked together, finding a new way of exploring each other that was gentle and tender.
Her walls squeezed me tightly as her beautiful body pressed against mine. I didn’t realize how close I was to the edge until I felt the telltale pull on my balls as my orgasm built. Sensing I was close, Frankie lifted my hands above my head, pinning them to the blanket, wrapping her fingers in mine. Lifting herself from my chest, her hips moved faster, letting me slip inside her deeper.
When she screamed this time, I knew it wasn’t from pain. Staring down at me, her eyes hooded, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, my body tensed and my hips lifted. Throwing her head back, she came hard, flooding my cock with her arousal, setting off my own release as I exploded inside her, filling her until she collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and sated.
We stayed on the island for hours, wrapped around each other, kissing like teenagers and whispering our hopes and dreams for our future together. When the sun started to set, I lit a fire, and I fed her ham and swiss cheese sandwiches on homemade bread. Then, when the sky turned black, and the stars appeared, I took us home.
Chapter 23
Frankie
Forthenextfewweeks, Matt and I stayed in our bubble in the cabin. We woke every morning and ate breakfast together. We talked, watched movies, and napped in front of the fire. We cooked, walked, rowed out to our island, and spent hours in the hot tub or the bath. My panic attacks happened less often, and my sleep improved, and when I did feel like things got too much, Matt was there to soothe and support me.
My body healed and sex got less painful than that first time until we almost found our way back to the way we were before the shooting. Almost.
Perched on the kitchen counter, I watched Matt make breakfast. I offered to cook but he never let me. As he passed, I pulled him between my thighs, running my hand down his hard chest.
“Bear?”
“Rogue, your pancakes will burn.”
“Can you turn them off while we talk?”
“Sounds ominous.” He moved to turn off the pan before coming to stand back between my legs.
“I know I’ve been broken for a while. I get you needed to go easy on me and we needed to take our time, but I feel better. I’m eating, I don’t need my painkillers, nothing hurts much anymore. I’m not having nightmares or panic attacks. Being here with you has helped me heal.”
