Page 112 of Exit Strategy
He slept on and didn’t even stir.
“I’ll fetch you a blanket from the warmer,” Roan said kindly and taking up his cane, limped out of the room. I closed my eyes for just a moment, exhausted, and feeling safer already, startling when the warm, but rough hospital blanket was laid over me.
“That’s it, just try to get some rest yourself,” Roan said, tucking me in. I nodded against Kurt’s shoulder and sighed out, lulled to sleep by the ticking of his heart, his deep and even breathing, and the quiet rhythmic hush of the machines around us.
I don’t think I was even aware that Roan had taken the seat I’d vacated, standing watch over us both.
* * *
I joltedawake with a soft start I don’t know how much later, unsure at first as to what had woken me in the first place. It was only when the soft press of Kurt’s lips left my forehead that I realized what it’d been. He was awake. What’s more, he had been released from his restraints and had his arms around me.
“Hey,” he said in that soft, half-accent of his, the British a little richer now that he wasn’t thinking about it.
“Hey,” I whispered back softly.
“You alright, then?” he asked me, and I smiled and sniffed, my eyes welling with happy tears.
“How can you ask me that when—”
“Oh, hey, shhh, none of that now, Love. I’m alright.”
I sobbed anyway, caught in a maelstrom of emotions, and he gathered me close. I clung to him, my rock in a storm-swept sea, and I let it out because he let me.
Because he gave me a safe place to do so. One of no judgment and gentle support.
“Look at me,” he ordered gently. “Look at me now,” he insisted when I didn’t right away, embarrassed.
I looked up and with a gentle hand at the edge of my jaw, he took me in, searching my face, the depths of my eyes with his carefully considering gaze, finally bowing his head and pressing his mouth to mine. It surprised me and didn’t, caught me off guard, but also sent such areliefcoursing through my veins.
I kissed him back, desperate to be as close to him,withhim, as possible. He urged me to straddle him with his hands which were free of restraints, and I paused, asking against his mouth, “Should we?”
“Oh,aye,” he murmured against my mouth. “Afraid you’ll have to do most of the work, but aye, I need this,” he said. I nodded. I needed it too. I pulled up his hospital gown beneath the sheets and sat up, slipping a leg over his hips, shoving the blankets and covers down behind me. He was covered to the cameras by my nightgown, as I straddled him, and I was careful about not settling my weight just yet.
Kurt reached between us, pressing on his cock to stand it for me, and I bit my bottom lip and eased down on him, bending forward as I became fully seated, not quite ready or used to having him inside me, but desperate to have him there, to erase…
I banished the thoughts from my mind and focused on kissing him, on his lips underneath mine, of the feel of him inside me, his broad hands on my hips, smoothing over the satin of my gown, gripping my body through the thin material as he grunted slightly and whispered against my mouth, “If I’ve died, this is my heaven.”
I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, his words they were so sweet to me.
“Move for me, Love. Take your pleasure. I’ll get mine.”
I nodded and kissed him and he put his hands palm up beneath mine to help me find the leverage I needed without hurting him. I sat up, gasping slightly as it forced him deeper, moved him against my walls, and I held his hands and he held mine and braced so that I could roll my hips and,oh yes…
He sucked in a breath and groaned out. I stilled, and he shook his head and said, “No, no, no, don’t stop, Love. Please, I beg you, don’t stop.”
I smiled and moved slowly, deliberately, and sucked in a deep breath of my own, tilting my head back, closing my eyes, and giving myself over to thefeeling… oh my, ohyes, it was both insane making love to him in a hospital bed but also, insanelyexquisite.
I moved for myself as much as for him, that tingling glow of pleasure building at the apex of my thighs, deep inside me, that feeling like my womb was expanding and that warm heavy golden feeling… yes.Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Before I knew it, I was close, so very close, fingers twined with Kurt’s, our bodies so warm it was hard to imagine the bone-chilling depths of our exposed cold out on that tiny spit of land we’d managed to find ourselves on. The rushing wind of our descent, the fear, the abject terror faded into a distant memory already.
I thought we were going to die. I thought Iwasdead, that they would kill me, that all was lost but then there was Kurt – impossibly, on that wretched plane, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wondered if it was some sort of dream, if it could even be reality, or if I had gone completely insane, but the insanity…
“Stop, come back here with me, stay here with me, Love. Look at me.” I bowed my head and looked at him and he disentangled one hand from mine and caressed the side of my face.
“This can wait,” he said dully, and I shook my head, gripped him with my pussy, and began to move all over again.
His eyes all but rolled into the back of his head in his pleasure and I smiled, loving that I could have such an effect on him.
