I groan my resignation and capture her face in my hands, releasing her hips, which immediately roll on my cock. She moans into my mouth, sucking on my tongue in the same rhythm she sets with her hips. I slide my hands down her sides and under her ass cheeks. She squeezes them in my hands as she tightens her walls around my dick.
She moves like a woman on a mission, her hips rocking and slamming against mine vigorously as she gasps and moans. I kiss my way up her neck until I reach her ear, sucking the lobe between my teeth and scraping it gently. She bucks, her breath catching in her throat before she cries my name, redoubling her efforts.
My body burns, my love and desire for her mixing with pure unadulterated need as we both race for our release. Sliding a hand between us, I find her swollen, wet clit and tug it between my fingers. She gasps and her eyes fly open, finding mine. “God, yes…”
She leans back, placing her hands on either side of my legs, and looks down. My eyes slide down the smooth expanse of flawless skin until I finally see where our bodies are connected. I continue to roll my thumb over her clit and watch in awe as my cock disappears into her wet pussy, only to reappear a second later coated in our earlier release and current arousal.
My chest tightens. My entire body is engulfed in flames as I watch her ride my cock with reckless abandon, pulling me closer to orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, dropping her head back and shoving herself against my hand on every upward thrust of her hips, “I’m gonna come.”
Thank God. I won’t last another minute.
“God, I fucking love you,” I tell her as I slide my other hand off her hip and up to her breast, twisting her nipple at the same time as her clit. She screams my name, bowing up and exploding in erratic jerks on my cock.
Watching her find her release pushes me over the edge and I let go; my body detonates and lights flash behind my eyelids.
“Fuck…” she mumbles as she collapses, panting against my chest. I wrap my heavy arms around her and kiss her hair.
“I think we just did.”
She laughs against my skin, pressing her lips to my collarbone and sliding her tongue up my neck to my mouth. She slips it along my lips. I open for her and return the slow, sensuous kiss, relishing the afterglow.
When she tries to bury her face against my neck again, I capture her hair, tugging gently to pull her head back. “Oh no, you don’t. No falling asleep again. We need to eat and talk.” I try to sound and look stern, but her little pout is so adorable, I end up grinning and kissing her again.
Eventually, she pulls away with a sigh and climbs off my lap with a groan as my semi-hard dick slides from inside her. She disappears into the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and running water before the door opens. She approaches, carrying a washcloth in her hand.
Stopping next to the bed, she glances down at my cock. I follow her eyes to the mess we managed to create on my lap. She laughs and hands me the wet washcloth. “You need this.” I take it from her and begin wiping off the remnants of our morning when I notice her eyes traveling farther south.
I know what she’s seeing, and I try to calm my racing heart as I watch her examine my legs. She hasn’t seen them before, and now that she’s seeing the scars, the muscle atrophy, all of me in all my glory, my stomach twists and my chest tightens painfully. She reaches out and runs her finger up the scar along my left shin before her eyes flick up to mine.
“Compound fracture. There are three more on my right leg. They were both crushed by the dashboard collapsing when the car rolled.”
She looks at my right leg and traces the scars slowly before turning to me, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss and taking the washcloth from me. “I’m going to take a quick shower. You start breakfast.”
I watch her walk away from me in awe. I don’t know what I was expecting when she saw all of me, but it certainly wasn’t that. Maybe Doc is right. I haven’t been giving her enough credit, but that still doesn’t mean there aren’t things waiting for an opportunity to devastate us.
While she showers, I slip out of bed and pull on a t-shirt and boxers before heading to the kitchen to start breakfast. The condo is always so eerily quiet and empty feeling when Princess isn’t here. I’ll bring her home after we finish our talk, assuming Danika hasn’t killed me once she hears everything.
I shudder picturing her reaction.
How the fuck do I tell her? She is going to freak, completely lose her shit.
Attempting to focus my attention on breakfast, I pull out eggs, bell peppers, onion, and cheese to make omelets.
As soon as I crack the eggs, she appears at the end of the kitchen island, in nothing but one of my t-shirts, her damp hair falling in loose curls to her shoulders. Her freshly-showered skin has a pink hue and she smiles at me, completely oblivious as to what is to come.
I wish I could put it off, avoid telling her and just let her have a few hours of calm after everything she went through.