Her cheeks flushed pink, but she reached back, and I could feel her index finger and middle finger parting around my cock and her opening. I placed my fingers just on top of hers, holding them in place.
“Just like that,” I grunted as I rocked my hips. “Feel it.”
She moaned, and she kept her fingers in place, feeling every slow penetration. She ground her pelvis against mine as I sank deep into her. She felt incredible—the heat, the wet, the tight, the need, the touch of her fingers as she felt what I was doing to her. There was no hesitance in how she moved, and as her hips rolled and her moans loudened, I relaxed and let my body move too.
I pushed and pulled my way in and out of her over and over again as her hips rolled seductively against me, and our fingers stayed in place, touching all of it. It was the right rhythm—this perfectly timed dance of thrusting and humping, and when her head fell back, I kissed that place at the base of her throat she’d just exposed for me. It hollowed in as she arched her back, and I snapped my hips harder up between her legs as my arousal intensified.
But before I could let my need to come get away from me, I groaned and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me and leaving her sitting squarely on my dick. She paused, her lips dropping open as she stared at me. I reached up, guiding her face down to mine, but I held her just far enough away to see me.
“It will never be fucking for us, but I’m still going to say it. Do you understand?”
I waited for her to nod, and she did.
“Now fuck me,” I whispered as I released her cheeks, and I watched, waiting to see if she would.
She pushed up on her knees, and her thighs trembled. It was all nerves, and I could see the worry as she stared back at me. I gripped her hips, and I slowly lifted her from my lap and pulled her * back down over my cock. I watched it disappear into her body. I reached for her *, parting her lips with my fingers so I could see the place our fingers had been exploring moments before. When she lifted again on her own, the glistening wet shaft of my erection appeared. I studied that spot as she fucked me, and after a few tentative penetrations, she reached back and clasped my thighs and her movements sped.
Her small tits bounced ever so slightly as she lifted and dropped her hips to my lap, and when I pushed myself up to sit, it was with no other thought in my mind but to get my hands on them. I gripped into her flesh as I hunched over, and I sucked a nipple into my mouth, pulling and tugging on it as she whimpered. When I released my hold on one of her breasts, it was to reach down and toy with her clit.
Her hips slowed and rolled on my lap back and forth, pulling my cock with her body, and my thumb stroked over those tight nerves as she panted. When she came, her stomach muscles tightened, and she pulled forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as she whimpered her way through it. I fell back to the bed, taking her with me and pinning her chest to mine. And then it was my hips moving, thrusting hard into her as I held her still and in place on top of me.
My hips snapped, and I grunted with each forceful penetration into her *. She breathed one sharp breath after another against my ear, and it drove me closer to my edge. I held her face back from my neck with my hands on her cheeks, and I studied her eyes as I fucked her. They were wide and frenzied as I pistoned into her, piercing and retracting harshly over and over again until on one final vicious thrust I stilled deep within her and came.
My eyes never left hers as my muscles tensed and strained, and my cum filled the condom as the tension and need drained from my body. She dropped her forehead to mine, and I gasped against her lips. My body trembled and lurched, and when my muscles finally started to relax again, I rolled her to my side, slipping from her * as she hissed. Her leg instantly snaked between mine again, and I held her in my arms. God, I loved holding her like this—so close, so perfectly wound up in her.
“That was the release I’ve been searching for,” I breathed out as I brushed her hair back, looking at her. “I’m not good at much in this world.”
Her brow furrowed. She didn’t like hearing me say that. She’d never liked it when I knocked myself down.
“But I’m good at loving you,” I whispered.
She snuggled up to my chest. She sniffed her nose, and I felt a tear drop to my chest, but she wasn’t crying. I wasn’t either when a tear ran down my cheek.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Helene
We were once again interrupted by Hilde, but this time it was at least by phone. The sound of my cell phone ringing jolted me out of sleep, and I glanced over Kane’s body to his alarm clock. It wasn’t there, though, and when I reached for my cell phone, the clock on the screen said it was nearly ten.
“Yes, sister bear,” I answered sleepily as I sat up and stretched.
Kane’s hand ran down my back, and then his warm lips met my spine just above my waist.
“Where are you?” Hilde’s voice was curt and clipped. “I’m at your house, and you’re not here.”