Her eyes close at my demand. And then, she takes it.
The hands at my shoulders dig deep, until I know I’ll have her nails indenting the skin when we finish, and those thighs start moving. Up slowly, just to slam her body down before rocking forward. She repeats her movements, each time building in speed. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my body still and let her take what she needs when all I want to do is flip her to her back and pound into her. My cock is aching from the force of my desire.
“Take it, Megan. Fuck me, take it, darlin’.”
She moans and speeds up again, this time her movements jerky and I know she’s close.
“God, you feel so fucking good taking my cock.”
“Lee,” she moans.
“Take it.”
Her head moves and those nails dig deeper. Then her lips are on mine and with her tongue dancing with mine, I swallow her screams.
I pull back when I feel the last spasm against my cock and look into her heavy eyes. “You need me to take over baby? Rock hard and the way you’re coating my balls with your come is only making me harder.”
She hums and nods her head before taking my mouth again. When I flip her to her back, her head is hanging off the bottom of her bed. Thankfully she has a bed with just a headboard, giving me more room to play. I lift up on my knees until I’m kneeling with her pussy still clamped tight around me then I lift her hips a little more until just her shoulders are resting against the bed.
“You need something to hold on to?”
I feel her walls give a squeeze and her head rolls.
Pushing in while I lift off from kneeling has my cock hitting her deeper than I have before. Her hands come up from fisting the sheets next to us and wrap around my wrists. When I sink back in, rocking her body with the force of my thrust, her head comes up and her eyes shoot to where my cock is gliding in and out of her body. Wet with her juices.
We both moan.
“Please,” she begs.
Sweat drops down my back and I lean forward, panting. I lose the hold I had on her hips and move my hands to the bed, hovering just above her while my cock is still deep.
“Please what, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”
“I need to feel all of you,” she says softly. “Cover me and take me, but I have to feel you.”
Understanding hits and my heart pounds even quicker. God, my sweet girl. She might understand that while my job holds a fraction of the danger that her husband’s did, but she needs to rid herself of those ghosts today’s spell brought back, by reminding herself that I am very much alive.
And to do that, she needs to feel.
Feel alive.
I close my eyes and drop my head to hers. My body follows until I’ve given her as much weight as I can. Her legs come up and wrap tightly around my hips. I feel her arms at my side and then around my back. Then, her head comes up and her mouth fuses with mine.
Only then, when she’s completely wrapped herself around me, do I continue to move inside her. My arms against the mattress, elbows digging in, and hands in her hair. There isn’t an inch of our bodies that doesn’t feel the other. Even though my body is screaming for it, I rock slowly, and give her everything that she needs.
With each thrust, I pray that she feels what she needs. Our lips never part and when I feel her walls tighten and her wetness coat my cock, only then do I push deep and come harder than I’ve ever felt before.
“I love you,” she whispers in my ear, her breathing coming in choked pants.
“I love you, too, Megan. So much, darlin’.”
IT’S BEEN A MONTH SINCE I lost my mind over Lee’s job. A month of him handling me with care, but also a month that’s been full of healing. It’s been hard at times, but he’s been there for every stumble to help pick me back up. At his urging I started seeing a grief counselor. I’ll admit now that it’s a step I should have taken on my own years ago, but with both of their help, I’ve been able to let go of almost all of my pain. Lee started coming to my twice a week meetings at the counselor’s urging. It started about three weeks after I started going and I’m glad I made that step. Having him with me, his hand in mine, was a strength I needed to get through some hard memories.
It was also through those meetings that he made it clear, sometimes with and sometimes without words that a huge part of him fell in love with me because of my strength. I didn’t understand it, because I’ve felt nothing but weakness, but Lee told me, in those meetings, that only a person with a strength of an army would keep fighting to live. I couldn’t see it, living in pain, but he’s right—something I can see now—I’ve been fighting my whole life. Losing Jack was a hard blow and even though it took me a long time to battle the depression his death set upon me, I never gave up.