“I’ve felt better,” I muttered as I rolled to my back and closed my eyes again. With my good arm, I reached for her and tugged to get her to come closer.
“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.
“Trying to get you to sit on my cock,” I boldly replied.
She coughed out a laugh. “Are you serious right now?” she asked. “You were shot last night.”
“So? I’m not dead.”
“Obviously,” she said with a voice full of humor. I opened a single eye to look at her and saw her staring at my cock that was achingly hard.
“How about instead of looking at it, you climb up there and warm him up?” I offered.
“Won’t that hurt you?”
“Not if you do all the work,” I suggested, not expecting her to take me up on the idea. So when she dropped the sheet and straddled me, my eyes popped open wide.
“Well, hell yes,” I said happily. She grinned saucily as she slid her incredibly wet slit along the length of my rock-hard shaft. The feeling was amazing, and I sighed. It would be better if she lifted enough to let me slide inside, but I wasn’t complaining.
She stopped, and I drew my gaze from her perky tits to her eyes as they studied me.
“What? Why’d you stop?” I wanted to whine like a little kid denied their favorite treat, but I held my maturity—by the slimmest thread.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
“You’re going to fuck me until we both come and then maybe do it again?” I offered helpfully. A crooked smile lifted the corner of her beautiful mouth.
“I meant, what is this? What are we going to do about us? About this?” She motioned toward her stomach where our baby grew. She seemed to be on the verge of saying something else, but she held her tongue.
My bad arm lay at my side, but my other one reached for her, resting over the slight curve of her belly. My thumb softly stroked the skin. I inhaled slowly and let it out, then looked her in the eye.
“We’re gonna figure this out. There are things about me you don’t know and maybe won’t understand.” I swallowed hard. “But there’s something about you that I haven’t been able to shake.”
Hesitating wasn’t something I normally did, but she’d thrown me for a loop since that first night. Deciding what to say next, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, moving my piercings as I did.
She reached out with a single finger and moved them one at a time. “Oh? What’s that?” she asked as she continued to stare at my piercings where she gently played with them.
“Do you feel anything strange when I touch you?” I asked as I moved my thumb again.
“Besides wanting to jump your bones?” She snickered, causing her tits to jiggle, and my cock gave a needy lurch against her wet flesh. “Mmm,” she hummed as she ground into me.
“Besides that,” I encouraged with a grin and a lift of my hips.
She rose up slightly and my dick stood up as if reaching for her. She shifted her hips until it was lined up with her wet opening, panting slightly. When she dropped onto my length, I hissed.
“Am I supposed to feel something besides lust and the desire to be close to you?” She rotated her hips above mine as she reached up and cupped her tits. At that move, all thoughts of where I was going with my questioning dissolved into a blissful sigh.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the sex. She was making me feel things I didn’t want to feel—making me crave things I had no right wanting.
“Making you feel good” was her breathless reply—proof she didn’t know what I’d meant by my question.
Torturously slow, she continued to ride me. I raised my head from the pillow, ignoring the pull in my shoulder as I watched my glistening cock disappear into her tight as fuck sheath over and over.
“Goddamn,” I gasped as she gripped my cock tightly with her core muscles on a downward stroke. My injured arm fought to grab her hips, but I managed to keep my hand fisted in the sheets as the other gripped her hip.
Knowing that the sheen on my cock was from her soaking wet pussy was driving me crazy. The next time she dropped onto my length, I rose up to meet her. I was already sweating at the exertion it took to keep myself from turning her over to fuck her through the mattress.
The slap of our flesh connecting filled the room. Soft grunts with each thrust echoing off the walls. “Fuck me,” I ground out. She increased her pace, and my spine tingled as my balls tightened.