Page 34 of Trace's Passion
He thrust in and out of her in slow, even strokes, and he needed to move faster.
“Faster, I need more.”
He growled above her, “As you wish my love.”
That made her gasp and he started pumping his hips, harder and faster, making her move up the blanket as he did so, until he grabbed her by the hips and held her to him, the angle of his cock inside her making her cry out with each deep thrust into her.
He angled her to him with one hand under her butt and one on her hip, as he pumped his hard cock in and out, the wet sounds of their joining making her shut her eyes and feel it all.
How he brushed against something that made her cry out with how good it felt, how the glide of him in and out of her made her clench around him the closer she came to completion.
How he was in charge of her body and how he made her feel.
He reached down between their bodies and stroked her clit with soft, delicate strokes that made her orgasm come crashing down on her.
She cried out her release into the night, and held onto Trace, scoring her nails down his wide back. Feeling something on his back that she hadn’t seen before.
And then he grunted out her name to the sky, his warm release coating every inch of her.
And he collapsed to his elbows over her, breathing hard and brushing his hard chest against her sensitized breasts, making her give a tiny gasp with how good it felt.
He kissed her skin where he could reach it, and held her to him, petting down her body with his large hands.
He rolled them to the side and kissed her temple softly as well as her eyelids and her nose, then finally her lips.
And she could taste her release on his mouth.
He kissed her for long moments, and she loved how sweet he was. How he made her body melt into his and she loved how he made her feel so loved.
She also remembered his words from earlier, how he called her his love.
He finally stopped kissing her and she put her head on his chest.
He kissed her hair and kept her snuggled against his side. His cock eventually slipping free from her and wetness sliding down her thighs.
The loss of his cock deep inside her made them both moan. “That was the most amazing moment of my life Sunshine.”
She smiled and looked up at him from his chest and he kissed her nose.
“This entire night is the best of my life too.”
She kissed his chest and they lay in the quiet of the night. “When I ran my hands down your back, I felt something.”
He went stiff and she looked up again. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
He shook his head, “No it’s fine. Didn’t I tell you about the wounds I got when my parents died?”
“Oh. Can I see them?”
He nodded, and sat up, the moonlight shining on his back and the knife wounds there. They were perfectly sliced, but were wide, as if they hadn’t been sewn up at all.
He had smaller scars on his back too, like he had been sliced in other places.
He turned back around and pulled her into his arms again, “Those are all in my past. Do they bother you?”
She shook her head, “No. Because they are part of you. Who you were.”
Trace kissed her softly. “We never ate. Do you want to eat something?”
She smiled, and he laughed, “I completely forgot. I am failing at this.”
She shook her head, “I was listening to your past and that was more important than food. And then our other,” she cleared her throat, “Activities. I am hungry now though.”
He leaned over and grabbed the bag of food, both of them still nude.
He kissed her skin every once in a while, and then together, they ate their cold food and talked about nothing and everything.
