“I didn’t mean to,” she says behind her hands.
“Rebecca!”
Pulling her hands away from her face, she finally looks down at me, nibbling on her lip, worry etched across her face.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind if you touch my hair when we’re being intimate. I loved feeling you holding me down, taking your pleasure from me.”
Rebecca is quiet for a moment before nodding. Throwing her a grin, I dive back into her like a starving man, enjoying her softly muttered curses and moans as her hands come back down, her hips moving to ride my face as she shatters on my tongue.
One down, I think to myself with a grin. I’m not stopping until she’s had at least three.
Sliding a finger inside her, I can feel her channel pulsating as her orgasm winds down. Her back arches off the bed as I add another, twisting my hand around, making the come-hither gesture. She makes a strangled noise as I stroke that little bundle of nerves, her legs shaking as she cries out, her pussy nearly strangling my fingers as liquid squirts from her.
Oh, fuck yes. I keep working my fingers to keep her orgasm shooting through her while I eagerly lap up the juices pouring from her. My cock is crying out for relief, my hips grinding into the mattress. Pulling away from her, I climb off the bed, stripping out of my clothes before I’m back on her.
“I need inside you, baby,” I groan as I spread her legs apart, my head nudging at her opening.
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes closed as she tries to calm her breaths.
Pushing in just slightly, I lean over her, whispering, “Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, hazy with desire, they lock onto mine as I thrust into her, filling her completely. Her eyes cross and I bring my mouth crashing down to hers, devouring her, letting her taste herself on me as I pound into her.
She feels so fucking good, I can barely keep myself from coming. I don’t want it to be over yet, so I grit my teeth, pulling back a bit.
“Don’t stop!” Rebecca cries out, and I chuckle back at her.
“Never,” I swear, lifting her legs, placing them over my shoulders. Thrusting back into her, she arches her back and screams as this new position makes me go even deeper into her.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Rebecca,” I pant out, jaw gritting as I feel myself getting closer. Her pussy clenches against me as she shatters once more, milking my cock as I come with a roar, emptying myself deep inside her. The pleasure is so intense, so mind-blowing that it feels like I might pass out.
Falling to the bed, I keep myself inside her, pulling her against me, tucking her head into my neck as I soften inside her. Wrapping her tightly in my arms, I just hold her, letting my breathing and heart settle, our bodies cool as we come down from the high.
“I’m going to need another shower,” she mutters against my chest, and a rumble of laughter against her cheek has her peeking up at me with a small smile playing at her lips.
“Come on, then, let’s save water and have one together.”
She gets another orgasm in the shower as I can’t stop myself from eating her cunt one more time.
***
Leaning over the balcony railing, I let the cool early morning breeze rush over me as I drag deeply on a cigarette. Rebecca is asleep, but even though I’m beyond exhausted, I can’t shut my brain off. I do my best thinking when I take that two minutes to myself, the smoke swirling around me in a hypnotic dance that soothes me.
Christ, I need sleep, I think to myself. It’s a little after 3 a.m. and I’m annoyed that instead of being curled up next to my woman, I’m out here puffing like a chimney while my brain processes everything, evaluating risks and odds.
Just as I stamp out the butt, a frightened scream pierces the night, and I rush back through the door, eyes scanning frantically for any sign of an intruder. My heart thumps wildly in my chest when I find nothing but Rebecca twisted in the sheets, her eyes closed, arms stretched out.
“Rachel! No, no, no,” she calls out in her sleep. Tears stream down her face as her nightmares hold her tightly in their grasp. Making sure to bolt the door, I climb into bed, shushing her as I pull her firmly to me, stroking her hair as her sobs quieten. Finally, she settles, her breaths coming out in shaky sobs as I stroke her hair and murmur quietly to her, over and over until sleep finally takes me.
“I’m here, you’re safe. It’s okay, no one will hurt you again.”
Chapter 15
Special Agent
Susannah Gerhardt
If I was attracted to girls, I’d be very tempted to ask Daniella Buchanan on a date. Scratch that. I’d just haul her off to bed. As a heroine in one of my favorite series likes to say: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
