“Yes.” We both know she’s lying, but that’s okay.
I smack her other cheek and she jumps again.
“You sure?”
She turns her face to the side, her cheek resting against the table.
“I’m positive. I need you to help me. I don’t want to be numb anymore.”
I rub my hands over her ass cheeks, soothing the sting for her. “Me either, baby.”
I really wanted to tie her up with the six feet of fake pearl strings I bought, but seeing her like this, I decide to put that off and stay in this moment.
I quickly take my clothes off and get on my knees behind her, pushing her and the coffee table forward to give me more room. I rub the head of my cock against her lips, teasing her and letting her wetness mix with my precum, lubing us both. I slide into her slowly, letting her adjust to me so I don’t hurt her. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of being inside her, the sounds of her mewing and sighing the only noises in the dark room. Grabbing her hips, I pull out and then plunge full force back into her, my balls slapping against her thighs. She lets out a whimper and puts her hands on the table to steady herself as I thrust in and out of her tight sex.
“Hands back,” I growl. She puts her hands back and I clasp her wrists with my hand, holding them tight, my other hand gripping her hip, pulling her towards me to meet every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” I praise, tilting the angle of her a bit so I can go deeper and press against her more sensitive spots.
She tightens around me as she simultaneously starts to moan and shudder, her breathing quick and shallow as she comes on my shaft. The delicious tightening and spurt of wetness almost makes me come on the spot when I realize I’m bareback inside her. No wonder it feels so good. Fuck me.
I pull out and shoot all over her back and hands, jetting across her spine. Leaning back against the couch, I catch my breath for a minute and then pull her up to her feet. “Come with me, doll.”
She follows me to the bathroom and watches me quietly as I run a bubble bath for her. My throat and heart clench when I realize I just poured Katie’s bubble soap into the tub to bathe a girl I just spanked, fucked, and came on.
“Um, did you just … without a …” she says while we wait for the tub to fill.
I test the water temp and turn to face her. Her blue eyes are wide and her skin has paled two shades.
“I did. But I pulled out. I’m sorry … I got so caught up I just forgot. I never do that, I swear.” I feel like a freakin’ amateur.
“I got the birth control shot after Nick died, to help reduce the bad cramps I get,” she says, looking at her toes. “But I’m kinda worried about where you’ve been.”
Well, shit. She doesn’t beat around the bush, now does she?
“I’m clean.” My voice is defensive.
She looks at me with narrow eyes, and I really don’t blame her. I picked her up in a cemetery and fucked her seven ways ’til Sunday. Several times. I’m sure I don’t exactly give off an impression of clean and crabless.
“You think I would do something to hurt you?” I ask her, turning off the water. I can feel the familiar anger building up inside me and I try to quench it down.