Page 54 of Bad At Love

On his next stroke, she met his hips in an upward thrust, leaning into the assault of his body on hers. Only that way lay her salvation. Only by throwing herself into this fully would she breathe.

His rough pounding thrusts and the swiveling of his hips made her moan and gasp and cry out his name. Over and over, between whining and pouting, his name fell from her lips. And then somehow, he snuck a hand between their bodies and his fingers danced at the top of her pubic bone. Just out of reach of her clit.

Tears pooled and slid down to the sheets, a delirium taking over her. When he suddenly changed angles and pulled her hips up and went deeper, he hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Christ, DP, there. Please, just there. Keep going harder, deeper.” She had no idea what she was chanting at that point, consumed by her approaching orgasm.

“Fuck baby, look at this cunt and how well it swallows and clenches around me.”

Chaaru tugged at her cuffs, desperate to see and just as she’d asked him to do, DP denied her the sight.

Angry at the receding orgasm and at being deprived, she struggled under him.

“None of that, Char. Not getting away from me.” His hard body put paid to it with a rough push and it notched up her arousal.

He used her pussy with hard, rhythmic thrusts and when he roughly pulled at her clit, she fell over, deep under. Where she was nothing but a floating mass of pleasure. Her climax came at her hard and deep and nearly violent.

She must have clenched him good because DP roared and punched down with his hips, stroking wildly until he was shuddering. For a second, his weight was a crushing thing on her chest, stealing her breath, spurring her orgasm on and on.

His arm at her head slipped, and he cursed and then he was coming, his giant body bucking.

Jerking up, she sought his mouth with a shuddering cry, and he gave it to her. It was a soft kiss in utter contrast to how roughly he had fucked her. And the tenderness in his eyes broke the last barrier around her heart and a soft cry escaped her lips.

“Jesus fuck, Char. Don’t look at me like that.” His damp forehead stuck to the skin between her breasts. “Did I hurt you? I went so deep in my head thinking of what you want, and how it’s exactly what I want and I...” his rough hands moved over her with an urgency that brought tears to her eyes.

“Will you undo the cuffs?” she said, blinking rapidly.

The last thing she wanted him to think was that he’d hurt her. He hadn’t. She had no way to explain her tears without baring her soul, and right now, she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Whatever had cracked open in her today, it belonged to him.

He pulled out gently and grimaced at her involuntary wince. His cum oozed out of her pussy, making a mess of the sheets.

As he brought her hands forward and massaged them and kissed them with tenderness, she studied his face. With this new knowledge underpinning every breath and glance with a new brightness, she pushed at the lock of hair falling over his forehead.

His frantic movements stilled as she clasped his jaw. “You’re unhurt? Swear to me,” he demanded, something dark shining in his eyes.

“Of course, I’m not hurt. I’m just…blown away and not all there yet.” She smiled through the tears and sweat making her vision blurry. “DP, that was amazing and exactly what I needed for so many years. So many years…” she said, falling into the gaping maw of regret.

“Stay with me here, sweetheart.”

“Will you kiss me?”

“I’d do anything you want me to, Char,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

And just like that, she was free-falling again. She nuzzled closer, half climbing into his lap, smearing herself all over them. His dick half hardened as she rubbed her thigh against it. “Christ, you can go again?”

“Give me some time to recover,” he said, but she had a feeling he meant it for her. Then, undoing her arms from around him, he placed another kiss at her temple. “Let me take care of you. Please, Char,” he said when she’d have protested.

“Okay,” she said. Falling back against the sheets, she let her mind drift while her body pulsed with aftershocks and soreness.

He came back and cleaned gently between her thighs. The cold felt like heaven against her folds. Then he threw the washcloth into the laundry basket, and came back to bed. She turned away from him, but not before she saw his disappointment.

“Spoon me please,” she said, smiling to herself.

Then he was there, a warm blanket and a soothing weight at her back. His hair roughened legs threaded through hers, his fingers lazily combing through the damp strands at her temple. His heart thundered against her back as he slipped his other arm under her head.

“This okay?” he said, his mouth drawing lazy circles over her shoulder, his fingers coasting up and down her side. Slowly, his heartbeat settled.

She stretched from head to toe, loving how every inch of him touched her. “This is perfect,” she said, kissing his knuckles. “No…this is real. More real than anything I’ve ever known,” Chaaru said, lacing her fingers through his and holding their hands between her breasts. Now he could hear the thrumming of her heart too. “Half hour and I want to do that all over again,” she said, just as dense sleep claimed her.

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