Page 165 of In Death, Love Survives
“Don’t get me started on how your pussy is strangling my cock, baby. I’m going to come any second now.”
“Not yet. I’m already so close. Take your time with me.”
No fucking problem here. I’ll pinch it off as much as I have to if she’s enjoying this.
Thrust by thrust, she’s letting out breathy moans as she stays lost in her world. I feel her pussy clenching as she gets closer to coming.
“Eyes on me, angel. I want to watch you come.”
Her eyes snap open and down to me as she screams in pleasure. As she comes, I thrust a few more times and start to seep into her as well.
Making love is new for us both but something we’ll never grow tired of.
TWENTY-TWO
Nova
“Wolfe, I’m so sorry, hunny.”
He strokes my back as I lie on his chest. My finger traces along the outside perimeter of the new tattoo he got to represent our love. It should still be covered with a bandage, but I can’t help but love the way it looks.
“Baby, it was me too. I missed the note. I went crazy knowing what was going on and thinking something bad had happened to you. Having no idea if someone took you or if you left for good.”
“We have to talk.”
I lean up, and the blanket covering my chest falls against his. Wolfe grins sheepishly as he looks at my breasts and then back up to my eyes.
“Then I think we better get dressed because otherwise, I’m going to take you again.”
I smile widely but then hop out of the bed quickly.
“Showing me your ass naked isn’t helping.” He groans.
“Teasing you for later.”
Wolfe gets out of bed and starts to look for a new shirt in one of his drawers. I slip on a blue crop top and matching blue skirt.
“When I was at my apartment, Ryan called me. Dr. Owens.”
Wolfe stills with his back to me.
“I tried not answering, but his calls were getting through. He told me that there was a prison break at Roper State, and Sam is one of the ones who got out.”
Wolfe flips around, and I see the anguish written all over him.
“You know.”
“Not about Ryan but about Sam. It’s part of the reason I was losing my mind, unsure of where you were.”
“That makes so much sense.”
“I was going to tell you. I just don’t have much to say yet.”
“Yeah, well, Ryan was saying that he thinks it was orchestrated by Crawley.”
“The warden?”
“Yeah, to get you.”
