Page 106 of Together We Burn
For the past two months, he’d been sleeping naked, the waistband of his boxers always riding up during the night and aggravating his wound. That also didn’t help when his hard cock pressed against my ass every morning.
His injury hadn’t stopped us from finding our release using our hands or mouths, but it had been too long since I’d felt that delicious stretch of Jake’s cock filling me as he fucked me hard. Something we were both desperate for. Jake was in a mess because of me in the first place and I wasn’t risking him injuring himself further because we couldn’t wait.
He rocked again. “C’mon, baby, I’m at risk of severe blood loss with how much has migrated to my dick. I need that blood elsewhere…”
He walked his fingertips beneath my shorts again.
“You’re not shooting blood from your dick. I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“I’d rather be shooting something else out of it,” he whispered, kissing up the length of my neck, goosebumps chasing the path his lips made. My eyes fluttered shut, my grip on his wrist loosening. “I’d rather be filling this pretty pussy with my cum.”
I cried out as he shoved two fingers deep inside me, my back arching off the bed.
“You’re disgusting,” I moaned, loving how his fingers found that spot that made my legs shake instantly.
“You love it,” he said, curling his fingers inside me as the heel of his palm rubbed against my clit. He was right; I did love it. I loved every fucking thing about this man. He had well and truly turned me into a sappy walking hormone, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“I need to be inside you,” he said as my hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking from base to tip, my thumb circling his slit and spreading the precum that lined it.
“We can’t…” I moaned, the orgasm I’d been craving for weeks now building at unnatural speeds. I needed to come so bad, but it was too soon.
“I need you to ride my cock, baby,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. I whimpered, the loss of friction burning my body with such strong desire I could have cried. Shifting his weight, he clutched my thighs, and teasingly, he said, “You can do all the work if it makes you feel better.”
“You lazy—” I slapped at his hands as he pulled me onto his lap and slid home, not even taking my shorts off, just sliding the baggy pant leg out of the way.
He grunted, gripping my legs as I cried out, unable to stop the orgasm that barrelled through me, wave after wave of intense pleasure smacking into me with such force I saw stars.
“Fuck, Stefany,” Jake panted, holding me against him. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen; you coming, pulsing around me as soon as I entered you.” As he rolled his hips, his pubic bone pressed against my sensitive clit. He stopped, lying deathly still under me, eyes screwed tight as his breathing slowed. I wiggled against him, only for him to tighten his grip, so I couldn’t move.
“Sshh…” he hissed. “It’s been too long, and your tight little cunt is practically begging me for my cum, and I’m not ready for this to end. So hold still, then I can fuck you the way you deserve.”
I clenched around his thick cock at his words, and he groaned, rocking his hips as if testing his restraint. His hands slid up my thighs and gripped the hem of my cami, dragging it up my chest. I took it from him as he uncovered my boobs, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the side.
His hands cupped my breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making them hard.
“I love your tits,” he said, his eyes never moving from them as he followed his strokes on my nipples the same way I did. He slowly ran his fingertips under my boobs, down my stomach, until they rested on my waist. His thrusts increased in tempo, urging me to start moving, but keeping me at the pace he wanted.
I couldn’t stop squirming as my body pleaded for more while my brain screamed at me to take this slow. From the minute he woke up in the hospital, I needed this connection, the knowledge he was here, safe, with me. So, I wouldn’t complain about him needing the control, even though I was on top. The feel of him between my legs, the flex of his abs against my hands, ignited my body as well as his.
I let out a moan, unable to stop myself as I found my rhythm working with the push-pull of our bodies as we worked toward our climax. I wanted his mouth, wanted to taste the dirty words he usually whispered whenever we fucked. Those words were like liquid heroin, driving my pleasure higher and higher, but right now, he was quiet, watching me writhe above him, only dropping his gaze momentarily to watch where we joined.
“Move in with me,” Jake said, thrusting up and making me gasp. My head fell back between my shoulders as his thumb brushed over my clit. Fuck, this felt too good. My release was imminent if only he kept doing that…
“Oh God, Jake…” I panted. “More.”
“Did you hear me, baby?” he asked. “Move in. With me.”
I lifted my head, peering down at him and digging my nails into his chest as his talented thumb stroked me again.
“I’m not talking about this now,” I gasped.
“Why not? It makes sense. You’re here all the time, and you’ve got half your stuff here anyway. It’s the only logical step.”
“Jake,” I growled when he removed his thumb from my clit and slowed down his thrusts. He was being cruel.
“Say yes, and I’ll let you come.”
“Please, Jake. I want to come,” I begged, the muscles in my legs aching from holding my weight off him as I bounced up and down on his dick, avoiding him over-exerting himself.
