grabbed his cock and got it in position, while I lowered myself onto it.
I closed my eyes in bliss as he filled me up, with no barrier between us. I kept sliding down, sinking until I was fully seated on his big rock.
He gasped.
“Are you okay? Is it your stitches?”
“No. It just feels so fucking good to have your pussy wrapped around my bare cock.”
I sighed in relief as I rolled my hips. “Good. I wouldn’t look forward to going back to the ER for a third time today, and explaining to them why you busted your side open yet again.”
His hands came up to rest on my hip bones, as he guided my hips in small circles. On each rotation, his cock bumped into my G-spot, and I cried out. Once I got into a pattern of rocking myself up and down on his cock, he lifted his hands to my breasts and cupped them. He kneaded and squeezed, and then began to pinch my nipples.
I arched my back, bowing my spine as my entire body shivered. My pussy throbbed. I leaned forward, letting my hands rest lightly on his chest. I didn’t want to push too hard when he’d so recently been injured, but I relished the feel of his defined pecs under my hands.
He moved one hand down to my clit, and began to rub it in circles as well. I got my knees under my body just right, and I was able to thrust my entire body up and down on his cock.
I put my own hands on my nipples, while he guided my hips and rubbed my clit.
Within minutes, I was close. I always told him, and waited for him to tell me to come. Him giving me permission fucking turned me on like nothing else.
“I’m almost there,” I shouted.
“Don’t wait. Come now. Come on my cock,” he said.
And I did. I collapsed forward, putting my hands on the mattress on either side of his head. My hair fell into his face while my pussy continued to throb with my release.
Seconds later, he grabbed my hips again, and ground his own hips up in a few hasty thrusts. Then he was crying out, and coming too. After he’d emptied his cock inside me, I rolled off of him.
I lay sprawled on his bed. “That wasn’t too bad for the day we’ve had.”
He tugged me over until he could kiss me. “No. It wasn’t bad at all. It was fucking fantastic.” He turned his head to look at me. “Will you stay? And sleep in here?” he asked.
“Do you want me to?”
He brushed a lock of hair away from my eyes. “Yes.”
“Then I will.”
“I never wanted you to leave,” he said.
“That first time we slept together, I picked up on something,” I explained. “You got up and put your jeans on, so I assumed you needed some space. That’s why I never stayed.”
His green eyes clouded over. “I hope I didn’t make you feel unwelcome.”
“No. It didn’t seem like it had anything to do with me.”
“You’re right. It’s because I had nightmares.”
“About your time with the SEALs.” I couldn’t believe he was finally going to talk to me about this. I was grateful, but surprised.
“Yes,” he said. “When I first got back, I had nightmares every night. I also had insomnia and Sadie helped with that some. As soon as I got the sheriff’s job and got busy, the insomnia disappeared. But I still had nightmares.”
“How often?”
“At first, every night. Then they tapered off. Now they're about once a week. I’ve thought about going back to counseling at the VA. Now that I’m going to be a father, I think I’m going to make it a priority to handle this before the baby’s born. I figure we're going to need all the sleep we can get then.”
“That's a good point.” I rubbed his arm. “Thank you for telling me. It must be awful; I can’t imagine.”
“I don't want them to wake you up. I've never had one with someone else in the room before. But I imagine it might be pretty disturbing.”
“Don't worry about me. I can handle disrupted sleep once a week.”
He frowned. “It's not just the disrupted sleep. I'm afraid I might be violent if you tried to touch me.” He took my face in his hands. “Promise me if I ever wake you up, that you'll get out of bed and not touch me. Not even if I'm screaming.”
That would be difficult, but