I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “Why wouldn’t I,” I traced circles around her thigh with my finger. “I love you.”
And then she kissed me. Her lips were cracked and her face was hot and wet from tears. She needs to be hot and wet somewhere else. Our tongues moved around each other's mouths as she slid her hand under my shirt and stroked my abs.
She pulled herself away for a moment, only to whisper, “I love you too.” I pressed her lips against mine again. I grabbed my shirt which she was wearing and slowly pulled it over her head, exposing her perky round breasts and sweet, pink nipples. I took my shirt off too, to make it even. I put my mouth to her nipples and swirled my tongue around until I felt her nipples go hard. I left small kisses down her tummy as I shimmied the pants she wore off.
I felt with my fingers at the warm wetness between her legs. I could tell she was tight just from my thick fingers. I didn’t have any lube, so I’d have to go in smoothly.
I fingered with her clit and dived my head straight into her pussy, sticking my tongue deep inside until she moaned with pleasure.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Oh Branch, don’t stop please don’t stop…” I had no plans too. I kept licking away at her and fondled her breasts with one hand as my other worked on her clitorous.
I brought my head back up and kissed her for a long time. I let our tongues feel each other while I fingered her clit and she slid my pants off. Once I had them all the way off I grabbed my dick, already rock hard. Long and thick, I worried it would be too much for her. She was so tight, no denying she was a virgin.
“You tell me if you want me to stop, ok.”
“Okay,” she gasped. I slid myself into her tight little pussy, like a freight train going through a pencil sharpener. But I didn’t jam, and as it slid in further she moaned louder and louder.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Yes, but don’t take it out,” she told me, giving my ass a squeeze.
I kissed her again on the mouth and down her neck and back around her breasts. I began thrusting, soft and slow at first, but speeding up and thrusting harder as her cries of pleasure crescendoed. As I pumped inside her I put my finger back on her clitoris and played until her moans became breathier and deeper. The rhythm of her cries matched my thrusting, and we cried out in release at the same time as we came in unison.
Chapter Nine
Fara
I never slept so well as I did in Branch’s arms after making love. He thought he was going to sneak away while I was still asleep, but I felt him get up from the bed before sunrise.
“Why so early?” I asked, still drowsy. We went at each other for hours last night, until we both collapsed with exhaustion. I had never been so sore between my legs, but it was sweet.
“The sooner I go, the sooner I’ll be back. Besides, I want to be sneaky, and catch this prick while his guard is down.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed, lacing up his work boots.
“Why do you have to go at all? Can’t you stay. We can figure something out. This is dangerous.” I was terrified. He gave me the best night of my life. He told me he loved me and made me feel like a real woman and now he could be gone forever.
I felt him sitting on the bed. He brought his face close to mine. “Don’t you worry. Go back to sleep, and I’ll be back before your pretty toes even touch the floor.” He planted a quick kiss on my forehead. He didn’t want me to rebandage his cut yet. Said it gave him a hard look, and would intimidate whoever he was going after. The man who wanted to take me away. The man who could take him away from me.
But that was ridiculous. I saw for myself what he could do. He was strong and quick and fearless. He was alert and always watching. It was hard to fathom anyone being able to stop him.
He stood up then. I watched him as he walked out the door to the hallway.
“Think positive,” I told myself. I slid a finger down in my pussy and wiggled it around. He’ll be back, and we’ll have our whole lives ahead.
I had never been to California, but Branch couldn’t stop raving about it. “Always sunny. Palm trees everywhere, great street food, live music. Like Copenhagen on steroids,” he whispered to her in their pillow talk between making love.