She cared about him so much she agreed, easily falling back into rhythm with his hips. It was good—much better—than he could remember it ever being. She was tight and wet and hungry for him. He’d always envied her ability to openly express her emotions, regardless of the consequences. She was never guarded about how she felt, and was an expert at exposing herself while making love. She took him quickly to the final phase of his orgasm, joining him at the last second before he filled her. He pumped hard through his climax, ensuring she received every drop of his sperm, because this was how he wanted her to become pregnant with his baby.
“Where are you going?” he asked, encircling her wrist.
“To clean up.” She smiled down at him.
“Don’t go anywhere.” He pulled her back down on the bed, enfolding her from behind. He slipped his hand between her thighs, measuring how much of his sperm had been lost. He’d learned the value of every ounce when he masturbated on the Michigan Cryogenic couch. His finger dipped inside her sweet walls, sampling her wetness, and she shivered. He added a second finger, and kept them there, falling asleep atop the comforter with Erika in his arms.
He awoke a few hours later when Erika tried to disentangle herself from his hold.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she pleaded with a cute giggle when he tried to stop her from leaving the bed.
The master bath was down the hall, past the twin walk-in closets and a linen closet. The master suite was large, running beyond the length of the house. He listened to the faint sound of running water and wondered which sink she was using—his or hers. She returned to the bedroom with a warm cloth and began cleaning him, stroking his cock until it sprang to life again. When her touch became too intimate, he removed the cloth from her and finished the job himself. He couldn’t have her discovering the cancerous lump on his right testicle—not now, and not this way.
He tossed the cloth away and pulled her into his arms, pressing his erection into her back. He turned her chin, meeting her mouth in a sensuous kiss, spurring them to go at it a second time. He caressed the lines of her body, admiring the lush curves making her a woman. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled her feminine fragrance. He lifted her thigh and placed it over his, nudging his penis back inside her plush walls where it belonged.
His original horny energy had been spent, so he could love her for a long time. He palmed her breasts, working his penis into her from behind as she moaned. His fingers danced across her belly and separated her curls until they found her swollen clit. He massaged her with slow swipes of his fingers until she panted and begged for more. His nails bit into her thigh as he spread her wider, leveraging more penetration with the thrusts of his hips. She began to piston, pushing her lush ass into him. He mimicked her motion, pulling her body tightly against his. He was whispering nonsensical words in her ears when he came, her following a split second later.
“I love you,” she said, instantly falling asleep.
An hour later, Brock realized how much his body had missed Erika. She was curled up against his chest, her thigh wrapped around his and her fingers gripping his thigh. He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position for his brutally hard penis. Having her entwined with him brought all her intimate places in contact with his skin.
Seven months had been too long and his body had grown oversensitive to her presence. Each soft breath she took rippled over his skin, setting him on fire. He inhaled, deeply absorbing the fragrance of their previous lovemaking, and the smell of it made his balls tighten and lift. He licked his lips and found remnants of Erika’s sweetness. The sight of her plush breasts pressed into his side forced him to stroke a finger over her nipple. She moaned at his touch and his manhood throbbed.
“How long have you been awake?” he asked her.
“A while.”
“Did you do this to me?” He rotated his hips, and his jutting erection sliced through the beams of moonlight intruding on their night by pushing in through the slivers in the patio blinds. This is how possessive he’d become of Erika—he didn’t want to share her with the moon or the stars.
“I might have had something to do with it.” She tilted her head up to look at him, wearing a telling grin. She wanted to play.
“What are you going to do about it now?”
“Hmmm.”
“Why don’t you climb up here while you’re thinking?” He pointed to his erection, which was ready to be a willing participant in their game.
She straddled his thighs, waiting patiently for his next demand.
“You’re a very mischievous woman.” He placed the tip of his finger in his mouth before he pressed it into the nest of soft curls at the top of Erika’s thighs.
She wiggled her hips, angling to put pressure against her slit.
“Don’t move,” he growled. He was hard enough to explode without penetration, and he wanted this to last a long time. When she settled, he buried his finger a little deeper, careful not to brush her engorged bud, then traced her slit from top to bottom with an agonizingly slow stroke.
Erika moaned, thrusting her hips forward, and pressing her hips down onto his finger.
“Don’t move. Lock your hands behind your head. I want to look at you.”
She moved quickly to give him the view he desired. Her breasts were full and heavy. He tested their weight in his hands, his fingertips gliding easily over the soft flesh. He touched every inch, ignoring the hardness between his thighs as he teased Erika into matching his state of readiness. He saved her nipples for last, plucking at the twin buds until they were hard and ready to burst.
“Up,” he told her, pressing his hands into her thighs until she came up on her knees. Now he had access to her plump bottom. He took the globes into his palms, kneading them until Erika’s thighs quivered. She would fight her excitement and let him manipulate her body even though she was glistening wet—because he’d told her not to move. He pushed her limit, letting his finger venture into the crease between her ass cheeks. She’d never let him explore her, always letting her fear overwhelm her at the last minute. Tonight she let him gently, delicately stroke the puckered hole. She found what he’d told her to be true. The area was ultra-responsive to his touch, igniting new sensations and taking her to an unprecedented level of readiness.
His hand went back to her slit, leaving her panting. Her chest was moist with perspiration brought on by her struggle to control her need.
“You’re dripping wet,” he told her. He placed his longest finger at the entrance to her cavern and pushed. He stopped at the first knuckle and a violent shiver went through Erika’s body, but she never dropped her hands from behind her head. He added a second finger and pushed farther, farther, and farther until his palm was pressed into her soft curls.
Controlling her pleasure, knowing he mastered her body and directed the release of her orgasm made his erection weep. He gritted his teeth, but not controlling his needs as well as Erika, he used base words to illicit what she wanted from him.
“I can’t…wait any…longer,” Erika ground out. Fine tremors racked her body while her thighs tensed, caging his waist beneath her.
“Then take what you need,” he told her, pulling his fingers away quickly, shocking her with their sudden removal.
When she grabbed his erection, his back bowed off the bed. He was turned on by how badly she wanted him. Her touch was aggressive as she frantically placed the tip of his penis at her opening. As badly as she wanted him, his size kept her from impaling herself too quickly. She moaned, falling forward to rest one palm in the center of his chest while she used the other hand to fit him inside.
He almost exploded before she could take him all in. Her eyes were closed, her features twisted in pleasurable pain. He fisted his fingers in her hair and