The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,59
chest. She looked down at where his body connected to hers and pushed her body down. Her pussy spasmed, tightening, stealing her breath.
"Fuck," he muttered. "I could come inside of you."
That wasn't what she wanted. If they were going to have sex, she wanted to do what the other women had done with him. She doubted if any of them were scared to have sex with him because of his size.
Puckering her lips, she exhaled slowly until her pussy relaxed. "Let go."
His gaze narrowed, and for a second, she thought he wasn't going to do what she asked, and then he took his hand off himself and held her hips without pushing her to take more of him. And, if she could've concentrated more, she would've pointed out that he held her up, so she couldn't slip down on him too fast.
Going slow wasn't working. She couldn't seem to slide or push down anymore.
Breathing as best she could, she thrust onto him and stiffened. A brief burn paralyzed her. His hands tightened on her and his thighs constricted underneath her.
As soon as the pain came, it went. She opened her eyes and found him watching her. The closeness too much for her, she lowered her body to his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her.
She buried her face in the spot between his neck and shoulder and slid her arms down until she could hug his upper body.
Warmth like nothing she had ever experienced before filled her, and Dutch shuddered on a groan without her moving. She stayed fully impaled on him.
His body eventually relaxed, and he stroked her hair. She had no idea how long they laid there. By the time he rolled her to her side, his cock had slipped out of her.
He got up from the bed and walked out of the room. She stared at the wall. Afraid he would keep walking until he reached his Harley.
She never ran after him. She never called his name.
He'd taken her virginity, or maybe she'd given it to him. In the emotional upheaval of him returning, she couldn't decide who was responsible.
She only knew that things had changed between them. Being with him was no longer easy and comfortable the way it was in the past.
Sex had entered their relationship. And she had no idea if he planned to be a part of her life.
Chapter 26
DUTCH RETURNED TO THE bedroom and slipped a warm, wet towel between Marla Marie's legs, wiping his come off her and soothing any pain she must've taken from him.
There was a light smear of blood on his dick when he'd washed. Not shocked to find out she hadn't been with anyone but him.
He'd hoped to dodge hurting her, but it was unavoidable. A necessary part of becoming sexually active, and he sure in the hell was going to have sex with her again.
Already, he wanted her.
He leaned over and kissed the rise of her bare hip. "Are you hurting?"
She never moved or answered him. He'd given her time to get over her shock of him returning.
"Marla Marie, answer me."
"Why?" She rolled over onto her back and sat up. "You're going to leave again."
"I'm not leaving. Not yet." He sat on the edge of the bed. "I have nine days before I have to get back on the road."
"Nine days, ten years, an hour." She stood and walked out of the room. In the hallway, she said, "I can never trust you again."
The bathroom door shut. He walked to the kitchen. She was wrong.
Her mother had a habit of leaving her, but he never would. Circumstances kept him away, but he would always come back.
Finding coffee in the cupboard, he made a pot. While he waited for her to shower, he looked through her kitchen, finding only enough food to barely keep her alive. Nothing to sustain her, but a half-eaten brick of cheese, saltine crackers, and a box of Cheerios that he wondered how she planned to eat because there was no milk in her fridge.
Marla Marie entered the kitchen, wearing a long T-shirt he recognized as one of his she'd taken years ago and her damp hair falling down her back, wetting the material covering her butt. She headed straight to the cupboard and took the only mug.
He leaned against the counter, taking in the changes. She'd grown more beautiful over the years. There was a confidence in her sexuality that now surprised him, knowing he was the first to have her pussy.