Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,111
moaned again and her hips arched as his words pushed her over the edge. She tried not to shake the bed too much as she came and kept her mouth closed against the loud moans that wanted to escape.
When she could think straight again, she sat up. “Your turn. Lie on your back and I’ll ride you.”
He shifted onto his back and worry trickled through her when he made a groan of pain. “Keep your eyes closed,” she said. “I’m turning on the bedside lamp.”
She turned it on and studied his face. His tanned skin was pale, and pain was etched into every line of his face. She cursed under her breath. She shouldn’t have let him give her an orgasm.
“Oh, honey,” she said as she stroked his broad chest, “how bad is it?”
“Not as bad as before,” he said. “But still pretty fucking bad.”
“You shouldn’t have given me an orgasm.”
“I wanted to,” he said.
She carefully straddled him. His hands cupped her thighs as she pressed his cock against her entrance. “Are you sure you want this and not a blowjob?”
“Yes,” he said. “Please, Sunshine.”
She pushed firmly. Her wet pussy slid down his cock and he groaned, his hands digging into her thighs.
“I think you’ll have to do all the work,” he muttered.
“I know,” she said. “Don’t move, honey.”
She rode him slowly, trying not to jiggle the bed too much. He groaned, his hands kneading at her thighs but the rest of his body remaining still as she rocked up and down. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him a little harder, watching his face carefully. The pain was easing from it and his breathing was becoming laboured.
“Okay?” she said.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered. “Your little pussy feels so good, Sunshine. Can you go harder?”
She did what he asked, squeezing her inner muscles with every downward stroke. He groaned. “Fuck, you keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t hold back, honey.” She moved faster. The motion of the bed didn’t seem to bother him, and she squeezed and released him as his hips arched beneath her. Like before, he didn’t last long, and she ground her pelvis against him when he came with a hoarse moan. His entire body tensed, and he moaned again before collapsing on the bed.
She climbed off of him and slid off the bed. He was lying motionless on the bed and she patted his thigh. “I’ll be right back.”
She used the bathroom quickly and then went to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of water and rubbed Preacher’s leg. “Can you sit up for a minute and drink some water? I think you’re dehydrated.”
He sat up slowly and she rubbed the back of his neck as he drank the water. He kept his eyes closed and she rubbed his neck again. “Is it better?”
“Yes,” he said. She could hear the relief in his voice, and she pressed a quick kiss against his cheek.
“Good. Drink a bit more water and then you can sleep, okay?”
He drank the rest of the water and she set the glass on the nightstand before pulling the covers up.
“Are you getting into bed?” he said.
“I can sleep on the couch if you prefer.”
“No,” he said. “Get in the bed.”
She shut off the light and climbed into the bed next to him. He grunted with annoyance when he felt the soft material of her night shirt.
“Lose this,” he said.
He was starting to sound like Preacher again and that made her so happy that she stripped off the nightshirt without protesting. She normally didn’t sleep naked, but it was hard to resist Preacher, even when he didn’t feel well.
She curled on her side again and he molded his body to hers. He cupped her breast and kissed the back of her neck. “Thank you, Sunshine.”
“You’re welcome, Simon.”
* * *
When she woke it was just after nine and Preacher’s side of the bed was empty. She swallowed down her disappointment and slid out of bed, yanking her nightshirt over her head before starting toward the door. She had to pee like crazy and she needed a coffee. She would get her caffeine hit then have a long hot shower to wash away Preacher’s scent. If she didn’t, she’d be distracted all day.
Her eyes widened when Preacher stepped into the room. He was naked except for a towel tucked around his hips. His dark hair was wet, and he smelled like her body wash.