“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
As her lids fluttered upward, he drove himself forward at full force. She cried out as he ripped into her. This time he didn’t slow down, fucking her hard. The sounds of their fucking echoed in the room as she cried out with every thrust. His hand cupped her breast. She braced herself for a jolt of pain when her nipple wound up between his finger and thumb. It came a moment later and she let out a garbled string of curse words as he pinched hard. The pain subsided when his hand left the offended nub and slipped between their bodies to find her clit.
The gentle massaging was a stark contrast to the forceful way he slammed into her. His grunts and moans fueled her need and she was dancing on the edge of another orgasm before long.
“Come for me, sub,” he urged as the pressure on her clit increased.
That was the only coaxing she needed to cross the line into euphoria.
She felt the product of his release splashing inside of her a moment later.
When they came down from the intoxication of their harmonious orgasms, they lay together, breathing heavy.
“You mean so much to me,” he murmured as he shifted to his side and caressed her face. “I’m sorry my family drama is marring our time together.”
She snuggled close to him. “I’m just happy to be in your arms. We’ll get through this.”
“Is the fact that your brother calls you Gary why you don’t like it when my family calls me Izzy?” she asked after a few minutes of snuggling.
He lowered his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. “You noticed that, huh?” he said when he pulled away. “Them calling you Izzy definitely sent me back to another time. Let’s not talk about him anymore,” he said as he kissed her again.