Page 107 of A Light in the Darkness
She pulls at her lip with her teeth, contemplating it. “We can’t. You just had surgery…”
“Days ago.” I tell her. “On my chest, not my dick.”
“But you shouldn’t be… exerting yourself.”
“So, then you should sit on my face before I have to bend you over the side of this bed and take my dessert for myself.”
“Remy—”
Her objection is curtailed when I begin to move, following through on my threat.
“Fine!” She laughs, shaking her head. The beautiful tint on her cheeks makes the blood rush to my cock faster as I lean back, getting into position while she snaps the little curtain around the bed closed. She shimmies out of the pants fast, like she’s worried she’ll lose the nerve if she doesn’t get out of them quickly enough.
I groan, sure that I’m already leaking at the sight of her as she strips her top off too, letting her tits bounce freely.
Her eyes rake over me, and then she tugs my pants and my boxers down to my knees. “You’ll have to be a good boy and promise not to touch, or I’ll stop.”
“I—” I’m not sure what she is threatening me for until she climbs over my waist, straddling me. There’s a hint of nervousness in her eyes as I search them, and then she reaches around to grip my cock and I could combust from that alone. Thankfully, she doesn’t waste time, guiding me to her entrance. When I thrust up to greether, she pushes my hips down with a tsking sound, and then sinks down onto me in one swift motion that pulls a moan out of both of us.
God, she’s so tight, so warm. I groan, knowing I’m not going to be able to hold out very long, and she freezes. “Is this okay? Are you hurt?”
“No.” I shake my head fervently. “No, I—I need you to fuck me, baby, because if you don’t, I’m going to come just from this and then I may die of embarrassment.”
She stares at me for a moment, and then her laugh causes her to tighten around me, and I groan. “God damn, Claire. Put me out of my misery, baby. I need this so fucking bad.Please.”
My voice cracks on the last word, desperation weighing it down. I reach up to cup her breasts, needing to do something with my hands, but she shakes her head. “No touching. I’m not risking you busting open your stitches.”
I want to tell her we’re in a hospital, and I’d rip myself open a thousand times if I got to feel this way every time I did it. But I let her push my hands back instead, guiding them to the mattress. I’m fairly certain I fucked her like this, and she seems to enjoy the role reversal as she holds me down, using that grip as her anchor point.
She’s careful not to lay a hand on me, not to let any of her weight fall on me as she arches up, letting me slip out of her and then sinks back down on me. I grit my teeth together, focusing on breathing through my nose, on watching her move above me as she finds a rhythm.
Fuck, it’s a beautiful one she finds, thrusting against me, pulling away, impaling herself again, grinding her hips over me. I watch her eyelashes flutter as her clit rubs against me, the pleasure starting to mount in her and override the fear of hurting me.
When she releases my hands, it takes everything in me to stay where she wants them, not to feel her under my skin, not to pull a nipple into my mouth. Instead, I suck in a deep breath, focusingon keeping it together. Claire clearly seems to be enjoying the ride, and I don’t want it to be over too soon.
“Fuck, cowgirl…” I groan, fighting for my life. “You do this so well.”
She grips the bedrails for extra leverage, increasing her speed and bouncing up and down on me faster, harder. Her grip on me is too good—I can’t fight it any longer when she lets out a loud moan, and then my name is on her lips and I’m a fucking goner. She fucks me through the release, her speed increasing, her grinding growing more desperate as I start to come down. But she doesn’t let me, keeping me in agonizing bliss as she works me, chasing her own pleasure now.
When she finds it, her entire body shudders and I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect as her back arches, her lips cry out glorious defeat. She falls forward, catching herself on the bed rails. Her mouth hovers over mine despite the fact that she’s keeping herself aloft by her surprising upper body strength. We’re still connected, my cock still pulsing inside her, and little sounds are still accompanying small twitches of her hips… aftershocks.
I grip the back of her neck and pull her against me, making her give up the fight. As her hands come down to either side of my head, I devour her, making sure she knows that this is only a taste of what’s left to come. When at last she pulls away, her chest is heaving, and she sucks in a deep breath as if I’ve been depriving her. And maybe I have.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Claire.” I tell her, pressing another kiss to the top of her forehead. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Well, you have to right now.” She laughs, twisting away from me. “Because I have to pee.”
“Hold it a minute longer.” I groan, not yet ready for her to lift her hips off of me.
“You’re ridiculous.” She shakes her head, swinging her leg over me and freeing herself. When she stands up, letting me get a glance at her in all her post-orgasm glory, I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“I’m obsessed.” I correct her. “And who could blame me?”
Chapter fifty-nine
Claire
“Florida, huh?” Remy asks, peering out the window at the expanse of palm trees lining the path down the drive.
