Page 63 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

He withdrew his fingers, and the bed shifted as he moved behind me. “I need you too, babe,” he said, pressing his dick against my hole. The touch was a relief, and I pictured the head ready to push inside. His cock was long, and the head angled toward the tip. “Aerodynamic,” I’d once called it, making us both laugh. “Better to get inside you with,” he’d said.

“Holmer?” He rubbed the tip over my hole, then made longer passes going above and below, always stopping to push, but not hard enough to slip inside.

Fuck, if I didn’t say something, he’d stay back there and do this all goddamn day. “Please, Pip. I love your dick, and?—”

“Don’t, babe. I wanted to say how much I’ll miss you. The sex, for sure, but…” He gulped, then continued. “I’ll miss a lot more than that.” He laid a hand on my hip and pushed. His groan was deep and coarse as he glided inside. As frustrated as I was, I recognized his pleasure.

“Shit!”The burn always shocked me, but he’d learned to stop once he was inside. I braced my hands against the mattress, and after a few heavy pants, said, “That’s so fucking good. Give me more.”

He pushed again, and when he was completely inside, whispered,“Mon Dieu.”

Heavy and thick, like his cock, the burn gave way to fullness, the sensation setting off waves of pleasure that rolled around my gut and then rushed through me. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “Better every time.”

His thrusts were long slow glides, ending with a little shove. I spread my hands wider apart to maintain my balance, and he wrapped his arms around me, clenching my chest and licking the back of my neck.

“More, please.”

Picking up speed, he fucked me harder and then bit my shoulder. The sting made my cock get harder, and I lifted one hand from the mattress to try to get to it. I couldn’t because his arms were in the way. “Fuck.”

Tightening his embrace, he spoke close to my ear. “Don’t jerk off, baby. Can you come from me fucking you?”

It had happened before, and just him asking the question had me halfway there. “Yes. Need a little more time.”

“Mm.” He switched his angle, and his dick thrust against my prostate. His hips turned into pistons, driving his cock into me over and over.

“Like… it?”

“Fuck… yeah.” My vision blurred, and it was hard to breathe.

He licked my shoulder, which still stung from his bite, and worked his way to the side of my throat. His velvety tongue left cool trails, and I moaned as he thrust even faster.

“Yes!” I begged. “More, please.”

He was pegging my gland every time, and the nerves were so sensitized the pleasure reverberated in my stomach. I barked out incomprehensible sounds, focused only on the pounding in my ass and the lightning bolts flashing through my body with every thrust. “Don’t stop.”

Unbelievably, he sped up even more, grunting with the effort while he nibbled and kissed my back. My pleasure ballooned, and I couldn’t help crying out. He held on tightly as he lifted us up into the air. Our knees were still on the bed, him sitting with me impaled on his cock. He couldn’t move much, but I made up the difference, bouncing hard, riding him while we both yelled.

His sweaty chest was slick against my back, and his dick became the center of my universe. The cliff’s edge raced toward me, and I bounced faster, chasing the orgasm that was closer with every breath. “Coming!” I cried as the first big spurt shot out of me. Since we were sitting, it arced upward, flying until it splashed against the headboard. A second shot was right behind it, followed by more.

“Goddammit!” Pip erupted deep inside me and crushed me in his arms. We became one while he filled me with his cum.

Gradually, our cries softened, and his thrusts slowed, then stopped. He eased us down and lay on top for a few seconds, and I gasped when he pulled out and rolled to the side. His hot cum ran out of me, trickling over my ball sac onto the bed.

Turning onto his side, he threw an arm over me and pulled me against him. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you, babe.”

“Same,” I said. “I’m afraid I won’t play well, and I know I won’t feel good.”

“How the hell will we deal with this?”

“Talk every day. Maybe we could…”

“What?”

“No. It’s too much.”

“Tell me.” He found my mouth and kissed me. “What do you think could be too much?”

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