Page 12 of Road Rash

I reach over to pluck the bottle from her fingers and ease her back down onto the pillow. I move my body over hers, putting all my weight on my elbows and forearms. The woman automatically widens her legs to let me rest between them and I bring my lips up to hers. Fucking’s off the table for now. Kissing, at least the slow, gentle kind, however, is not.

My dick grows harder and harder the longer we kiss. And the way I’m positioned, it rubs against the heat of her. Fuck. I need to be inside her. It’s hell not being able to go there, especially when she moans and widens her legs even more. We’re crotch to crotch.

Jonesie releases the fistful of my hair running her hand down my body, over my shirtless back, and down into my sleep shorts. She squeezes my right butt cheek causing me to groan into her mouth. Her hands on me, it drives me crazy in all the best ways.

But shit, when she moves her hand around to grip the base of my dick, closing her fingers tight, and begins to stroke, I lose my fucking mind.

“We can’t, baby.”

“I—”

Oh, god.

“Jonesie.” Our first sexual experience and I can’t return the favor. Shit. My mind goes blank. She strokes harder. My heart rate picks up and I find I can’t even kiss her. I close my eyes, giving in to her touch. I press our foreheads together on her uninjured side.

When my spine stiffens, when my whole body goes into sensation overload, I know it’s coming. “Baby.” That’s as much of a warning as I’m able to give her before my dick explodes. I’m forty-four and just came the hardest I think I’ve ever come in my life from a fucking handjob.

A handjob.

“Baby… Jonesie… an orgasm might hurt you.”

“Please,” she begs me. “If you don’t then I have to…”

Shit. I don’t know what to do. She was in the hospital for almost two days. But she looks like she needs it.Needs it. “No thrashing. Head stays to the pillow. You lift it for any reason and I stop, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She’s breathing so heavy it won’t take much to push her over the edge. I’m not wasting time using my finger. Instead, I move down her body, dragging her silky pink panties along with me, tossing those off the bed.

I position her legs over my shoulders and dip my head to breathe in her musky, sweet scent. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste. Once I spread her lips… I feast. The first touch of my tongue to her clit, she thrusts her hips from the bed, but she don’t move her head. I suck hard. I was so right about her. Never met a woman so sensitive that she’d come from the first lick—that’s my Jonesie. She screams her release, her musky sweetness filling my mouth and coating my face. And all I can think is that it’ll be incendiary between us when I’m finally able to use my dick and bed her properly.

Her breaths are coming so huge it looks like a tidal wave rippling from her chest down to her sex and back. But she never once moves her head from the pillow.

“How you doing?” I ask once she calms down.

“Amazing,” she says but she winces. She tries to cover it, but I see it.

“Head, baby. Not your pussy.”

“My head says it might’ve been too soon, but the rest of my body wants orgasms from you for the rest of my life.”

“Shit,” I mumble. “I knew it was too soon.”

“You had to, Dane. You couldn’t leave me in that state. That’s, like, cruel and unusual punishment.”

“What do you need? What can I do to help?”

“Just hold me.”

Hold her? Like I’ll ever let her go. Ten years I’ve been waiting to be exactly where I’m at.

As her eyes drift closed, her face peaceful and content, I can’t help thinking about seeing some asshole toss a brick through the trailer window. It don’t take a rocket scientist to put together that Jonesie got attacked and now someone damaged the trailer where she normally sleeps.

That means someone knows she stays there. I’m not sure we’re looking at an outsider, although it wouldn’t be hard to get that information around town.

Shit. I think keeping Jonesie safe just became harder than I initially thought it’d be.

Who is it? Who’s after my woman?

I don’t know but I’m finding out.

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