I walked back to where she was still perched on the edge of the bed and tossed the sleeve on top of the quilt. Now that I knew we were good to go, there was no stopping the rush of blood and shot of adrenaline-laced anticipation that worked through me. She looked better than a way out of jail. She felt better than a promise of a future outside of the Point. She smelled better than wealth and extravagance. She sounded better than all the lies I’d convinced myself were the truth.
I kissed her and took her back down to the mattress. I ran my hand over her collarbone and across the swell of her breast. I covered the sweet skin with my palm and rubbed steady circles over the crest until her nipple beaded and poked anxiously into my touch. Once both peaks were pebbled and hard, stained ruby red with arousal, I moved my mouth to one pointed tip and sucked it into the warm cavern of my mouth. I trapped the opposite side between my fingers and tugged. The motion brought her shoulders up off the bed, which made her wince and had her good arm curling around my shoulders so she could hold herself still while I sucked on her and nibbled on her delectable flesh.
I trailed my mouth along the valley between her breasts, stopping to leave biting, stinging kisses along the way and admiring the way my beard left her porcelain skin pink. There would be no missing where I had been. There would be a map of pleasure for her to follow when we were no longer in the same life. She wouldn’t be able to wash me away or wipe me off, and that made my dick throb and my hands harder than they should have been as I held her to my mouth and tortured her other nipple with teeth and tongue.
She whimpered below me, legs falling open and her hand sliding its way along my back and across my hip until she could reach the erection between my legs that was pointing right at her. I jolted as she circled the tip with her thumb, bending the rigid shaft toward her wet center. She arched more fully into me, pushing more of her full breast into my mouth, moaning my name when I used my teeth with more force than I intended to. She put a heel on the edge of the bed and let her leg fall to the side so she was wide open and exposed. I grunted in response, my breath locking in suddenly seized lungs as she maneuvered the crown of my dick against her slick folds and started to lift her hips and grind against the hardness.
“Fuck me.”
I couldn’t stop myself from moving, from rocking into that heat and wetness. I could feel the bud of her clit rubbing eagerly along the underside of my cock and it was enough to make me forget my own name. “You don’t fuck fair.” I was trying to take my time, to make every second we had count and she was pushing me toward the point of no return.
She used the moisture my dick was spreading around to glide her hand over the topside of my dick as she continued to pull me through her folds and rock her clit against me. She was panting underneath me and her eyes were at half-mast as a small smile played around her mouth.
“I see that newfound integrity of yours trying to make an appearance. I’m beating it to the punch.” She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist as just the tip, the leaking, aching tip hit her soft spot and sank inside. It was barely anything, but both of us groaned at the contact and went still as the impact of how it felt to be together, the power of being with someone that understood exactly what they were getting from the other with no unrealistic expectation hit us.
She was right. This was right.
This was the only moment in my entire life where I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing precisely what I was supposed to be doing.
I let her fall back to the mattress with a little thud and pushed deeper into her. I couldn’t bottom out, thrust into her with the wild abandon that I wanted to without a condom on, but I wanted to know how she would feel. I didn’t want to be able to wash her off or wipe her away either. The press of my hips into hers made her body move on the bed and we both went still as she sucked in a sharp breath and let out a cry of pain. It wasn’t the good kind.
She blinked wide eyes up at me and wiggled where she was impaled on my greedy cock. Her eyebrows lifted and she moved her good hand to the center of my chest, where she raked her fingers through my chest hair. “That’s not going to work.”
I snorted out a laugh and pulled out of her body. My dick was instantly furious with me and I smiled at her as a frown pulled at her pretty features at the loss of our connection.
No one ever missed me when I was gone, but she couldn’t even stand the scant few inches that separated us. It made me feel more powerful and more important than anything in my life ever had.
“I told you, I solve problems and I always figure out a solution.” I lowered my head so I could kiss the tip of each of her breasts, then crawled up and over her, making sure to keep clear of her long hair as I went. I didn’t want to pull on it in case the cut on her scalp was still tender. I put my back to the wall and stretched my legs out in front of me, crooking a finger at her. “Come over here and bring the condoms with you.”
She twisted around, grabbed the packet like I asked, and then inched on her knees so she was kneeling next to me. I put my hands on her hips as she straddled me and then took the rubbers from her so I could cover myself since there was no way she could do it with one hand. She curled her arm around my neck and was nuzzling her nose into the side of my throat, her damp tongue darting out to taste my skin. I shivered all over when she traced my scar from where it started behind my ear to where it ended at the hollow of my throat with a long, wet swipe. I wanted to tell her to stop. I was scared she could taste how dirty and vile all the things that had led up to me earning that mark were. It was my fate carved into my skin and I didn’t want her corrupted by what was. I wanted her turned on and dreaming of what could be.
Once I was sheathed in latex, I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her far enough away from my chest that I could look her in the eyes. The blue of her gaze blazed like a torch and the flush in her face made her look like the fairytale princess I’d accused her of being.