Page 69 of The Hangman's Rope

Then like a phoenix, I wanted to rise from the ashes of us.

Stronger, somehow.

He grunted, said my name, a warning or a plea I couldn’t tell, but when that glow burst into brightest sunlight, flitting through my veins, I could tell as wave after wave of shining pleasure battered me from the inside out, that he could feel it too, and that it had been a warning, a warning that he was so very close, and I was glad, in a way, that he couldn’t – because I couldn’t hold back anymore, either.

I let the fire rage through me, consume me, and arched over his arms, back away from him, regrettably, but taking him inside me just that little bit further in trade, my pussy throbbing and squeezing around his pulsing cock inside me, as our fluids mingled and we both gave ourselves over to the infinite vastness of space that was created by the explosive desire between us.

I could float endlessly within that space with him, if he would let me.

Chapter Nineteen

Hangman…

I was laying back, my legs trapped up underneath me as Lorelai was lying draped artfully over my chest. My cock had gone soft inside her, but was still there, and I loved that for us – which is why I put off moving my feet out from under my ass until they were both completely numb and tingly.

Eventually, the tops of my thighs protested too loudly and too much from me to ignore with their extended stretch, and trying to be careful not to jostle her too terribly much, I worked first my right, then my left, out from underneath me.

She startled at the sudden movement at first, but all it took to get her to settle was me murmuring, “It’s all good, baby. I need to move my legs, though, they aren’t meant to withstand this position for too long.

“Mm,” was all she could give me. This tired little sleepy moan that was a closer kissing cousin to a whimper than anything else.

I lay back, taking her with me, and holding her close and just rested on the floor with her.

I don’t think I could ever remember such a passionate exchange with another human as the one I’d just had with my little sweetpea just then, and I could only begin to fathom how much I’d been missing.

That had been more than just two bodies fucking. I swear to God, I felt my soul slip inside hers or vice versa; the commingling of our spirits something out of this world and now everything was just sort of snapped into focus for me.

“You okay, baby?” I murmured, turning my head to kiss what I hoped was her temple, but also, we were at a bit of an odd angle for just about anything else at the moment.

Her hand came up into my field of vision, giving a thumbs up, and I squeezed her a little tighter, chuckling. She snuggled closer and I loved the feel of the naked press of her body against mine, but I also worried – a little insecurity creeping in on my part… wondering if I’d been good to her. I wanted to make sure that I hadn’t scared her or made her think back to that night in any way but I also didn’t want to ask. Didn’t want to bring it up and inadvertently put her ass back there. Not when she was almost as peaceful as a curled sleeping kitten on my chest.

“Mm,” she finally managed after several minutes of just lying atop me, languid.

“How you doing, Sweetpea?” I finally settled on asking. She turned her head and looked at me, smiling, her silvery eyes bright and all aglow with the good feels, her hair sex mussed and lips swollen and red from my kisses.

God she was beautiful.

“I feel really good,” she whispered propping her chin on her hand that was flat against my chest, which I could appreciate.

“Yeah?” I asked, sweeping some of her long hair behind her ear and out of her eyes.

“Yeah,” she said back softly, an appreciative smile curving her lips.

“Shall we move this to the bed?” I asked softly.

“Absolutely,” she murmured.

It still took her a second or two to drag herself up off me and onto her feet. I groaned as I made the transition from floor to standing, joints popping and body crackling from the hard use I tended to put it through.

Her eyes swept over me, admiringly, and I felt my pride swell in my chest, a very real and palpable sensation, like it swelled to the point that my beating heart had to move aside for it.

I took her into my arms and guided her down the hall.

“The shower is running,” she said and I said, “Oh, shit!”

“No,” she said stopping me from ducking into the bathroom and leaving her in the hall. “Let’s, then let’s go to bed,” she said.

I pulled her into me and asked the question because now I was dying to know, “You’re sure you’re alright with what just happened?” I hedged my bets carefully, wording things as blandly as possible, still scared I might trigger her or something.

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