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And I had to whole-fucking-heartedly agree.
I got to reallyfeelher this way. The warmth and wetness along with the tightness as she rode me, slow at first, savoring the new sensations, then harder and faster as her body begged for release.
I let her come, her pussy squeezing my cock over and over, before I moved, settling her on her back as I leaned on the edge of the bed and started fucking her, hardly letting her recover from one orgasm before I was driving her up toward another one.
She was even faster than usual, the days of closeness without getting me inside of her like we both knew she really wanted making her crash into another orgasm as I resisted the urge to come with her.
I grabbed her again, turning her over, and pulling her hips back toward me, then surging back inside of her as my hand grabbed a hold of her hair, and my other landed slaps to her ass that had her moaning and slamming back into me in no time.
This time, when she came, I came with her, hissing out her name.
“Okay,” she said, energized while I was completely spent, popping up on her elbow to look over at me where I’d collapsed beside her on the bed. “So, what are you doing today now that you’ve done me?” she asked, smile playful.
“Eating. Working out. Then doing you again,” I told her, getting a little laugh out of her. “You?”
“I have to go into the office for a bit. See what Josie has been up to. Scan and destroy this case file. The usual after a job is done.”
“How about we meet back here after?” I suggested. “Then head over to the clubhouse?”
“I have been missing Eddie’s cooking,” she said, putting a hand on her stomach. “It’s a deal. Five? No, six,” she decided.
“Works for me.” It gave me time to go back to the club and talk to Huck. Since, apparently, I had a bone to pick with the local white supremacists. I mean, you know, other than the bone I already had to pick with a hate group, that is. She shifted, and I got another whiff of that smell of her. “What is that?” I asked.
“What is what?”
“That smell you always have?” I asked, sucking in a deep breath.
“You mean my delicious chocolate coffee signature scent?” she asked, beaming at me.
“Yeah, that.”
“I found a company that matches all their scents, so not only does your soap and lotion smell the same, but so does your shaving cream and your hair products.”
“Fucking buy stock in that company,” I demanded as she shot me a smile as she got up, walking toward the bathroom with her thighs pressed tightly together.
I liked that more than I should have.
Coming inside of her.
It felt almost possessive in a way.
Maybe especially so because it was new for both of us.
She came back out fifteen minutes later in her usual black tank, a pair of black shorts and her combat boots. But she’d carefully applied makeup to cover up the scars on her face. I couldn’t even see a shadow.
“Convincing, right?” she asked, turning her head side to side as I looked at her.
“That shit is magic.” I mean, sure, the bruises weren’t the same shade they’d been the day after she’d been hit, but she’d acquired some yellow and green to go with the fading purple and blue.
“I know, right? This way, when we are walking out of the apartment, people won’t stink-eye you, thinking you’re beating on me,” she said, going to her nightstand to slip a chain bracelet on.
She never used to wear that. But after she gave me the details of the attack, it was clear she now believed she had to wear it ‘just in case’ shit happened again.
Whether she would admit it yet, to herself or anyone else, that job had changed her. I couldn’t help but wonder if there would be other changes, new fears and anxieties, different precautions or paranoia.
Time would tell.
And I would be there to make sure nothing like this shit ever happened again.
