Page 41 of Healing Love

Her hand rested on his massive chest as she wondered what happened. One minute she was hurling over the finish line of her first orgasm in a long time that had not been self-induced—and much better than any of those—and now he seemed to have halted. Pulling in her lips, she looked up in surprise.

“Cam?” she whispered. “Did I…um…not do something ri?—”

Before she could utter another word, he rolled back over onto his side facing her, his fingers on her lips. Shecould smell herself on them and closed her eyes for a moment as the beauty of all that was him washed over her.

“It’s not you, babe. Fuck me,” he groaned. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and skimmed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You have to know, it’s killing me. Wanting you so bad.”

“I don’t understand. What’s stopping us?”

“Cariña, I got no condom.”

Once more, her mouth opened with no sound coming out. The passion rolling off both of them was palatable, and her mind raced to find a solution. “You could…I was on the pill...well, not in the past several weeks, but…”

“Babe, I promise you, I’ve thought of all these things,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.

“I’m clean,” she said, tentatively, not knowing how he felt about that statement.

“I’m clean too,” he shared. “We get tested all the time for work, and I never go ungloved. Had no one special in years and never trusted a pick-up or, God forbid, anyone when I was undercover for drug taskforce.”

He saw the hopeful gleam in her eye and hated to crush it once more but had no choice. Rubbing her face once again, he reminded her, “Right now, the last thing you need is a pregnancy scare.”

He watched as her eyes moved back and forth, working the problem. He knew he could pull out…it would kill him to not come inside of her, but he had enough self-discipline to do it.But this has to be about her. Her choice. What she wants to do.

“Um…” she began, clearing her throat nervously.

“What,cariña?”

“You could…pull out. If you wanted. It would be fine with me. But only if you wanted,” she hurried to say, her nervousness showing.

“You sure?” he asked, hope filling his voice.

Smiling, she nodded as he leaned over and kissed her lightly.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Cam, I’ve trusted you with my life so far. Why would I not trust you to take care of me now? So yeah, I’m sure.” Blushing, she added, “I want you.”

Grinning, he moved back over her body, making sure she was lying on the discarded clothes and not directly on the sand. With her head resting on his left arm, he skimmed his right hand along her soft skin, moving from her jaw to her neck, where it paused on her wildly beating pulse. It continued its trail down to her full breasts, nipples hardening as he rubbed his rough thumb over the points.

Bending over to suck one deeply into his mouth, he heard her sigh as her back arched upward toward him. As his mouth worked wonders on her nipples, his hand continued its path until it found her slick folds once more. Still slick. Ready. Waiting.

He shifted his body over hers making sure to keep his weight on his forearms. Watching her face carefully, he moved his swollen cock to her entrance. In answer to his unasked permission, she wrapped her arms aroundhis shoulders and her legs around his waist, lifting her hips toward his.

Plunging inside, he buried himself in her then immediately realized that his girth would stretch her uncomfortably as he heard her gasp. He began to pull out but was halted by her arms squeezing tightly. She offered him a smile as permission, and he let nature take over.

And under a coral formation overhang, on a white sandy beach, finding privacy in the middle of drug cartel country, he made love to Miriam. And prayed to God it would not be the last time.

Moving in and out of her warmth, it was everything he imagined it would be. And more. Forcing himself to not come quickly, he focused on her. Keeping his weight on his forearms, his eyes on hers, he watched the myriad of emotions pass along her face.

She had wanted this from the moment she saw him in the clinic. This gorgeous, mountain of a man, moving over her…in her. The friction increased as did his pace and she felt her inner walls grab onto his cock, eagerly wanting to prolong this feeling.

He bent his head, owning her lips as he was owning the rest of her body. His tongue mimicked the action of his cock, keeping the same rhythm and he loved the feel as her tongue tangled with his.

Letting go of her mouth reluctantly, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking on her pulse before continuing down to her breasts. He felt her ribs and could not wait to get her back home so that she could be safe and healthy once more. But even with the weight loss, herbreasts were full, and the distended nipples begged for his mouth. The more he suckled, the more she moaned, her hands working his upper arms as she squeezed them tightly.

Miriam felt the pressure building once more, just like with his fingers, only this time it was fuller…more forceful…and then all thought flew out of her mind as he slid one hand down to tweak her clit. Her head fell back to the sand as her orgasm jolted though her, the tingles moving from her pulsating core outward in every direction. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to power through, no longer pumping slowly, but now pounding in and out of her slick channel.

Within a minute he felt his balls tighten and against his desire to pulsate his seed deep inside of her, owning the last bit of claiming this woman, he forced himself to pull out at the last moment and with his cock pressed against her stomach he roared through his orgasm.

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