"Undress me."
She kissed hungrily at his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it free from his pants, and pushed it off of his shoulders. When the shirt was off, he clutched her hair near the base of her skull and pulled her into another hard kiss while she pulled at his belt, and when it was undone, he turned her, not breaking the kiss until he pushed her to a sitting position on the couch. She looked up at him as she pulled the button of his jeans open, yanked his zipper down, and tugged his jeans down over his hips. His cock stood out in front of him, and she took it in her hand, stroked him several times and then drew him into her mouth. He groaned at the sudden wetness and heat of her mouth and gripped at her shoulders. He began to move his hips, fucking her mouth as she held his ass with her hands and he still held her shoulders.
"Touch yourself. Play with your cunt," he growled, and she reached to comply, moaning around his cock as she began to finger herself.
Abruptly, he stopped her and pulled her to her feet. He held her by the wrist and wrenched her along behind him to the bedroom. He spun her around and pushed her onto her hands and knees on the bed and brought his hand down sharply on her ass, once, twice, three times in rapid succession. She yelped with each strike and then groaned when he pulled her ass apart and licked her roughly, first her cunt and then her asshole.
"Oh, Jesus, Fuck. Goddamn," she whimpered, clutching at the bedding as he penetrated her with his tongue and held her ass apart. She let her head fall forward onto the bed so that her back made an elegant curve from her shoulders to the base of her spine. He nudged her knees farther apart and without pausing thrust into her, slamming forward until his thighs were against hers and then, thumbs digging into her waist pulled back until he was all but out of her before driving forward again. He began to pick up the pace and every few strokes gave a light slap at her ass. Faster and faster, over and over, he crashed into her, fucking her so he could feel the exertion in his abdomen and an ache in his balls. He was rough, angry, pouring emotion into the act, and she absorbed it, absorbed him, understood him. Sweat beaded on both of them, breath coming in jagged whispers. She was making inarticulate sounds and then howled his name as she came. The pressure of her contracting around him started a howl within him, and ratcheted tenseness through his muscles.
He snarled her name and she twisted around, already reaching for his cock as he seized at her like she was freedom itself. She had him in her mouth grabbing at his ass as he came, rigid and vibrating with the intensity of the orgasm. When he finished, he collapsed to kneel, ass on his heels and she continued to suck at him, until he gasped and pushed at her shoulders to free himself. He caught her head in both hands and pulled her up to him, kissed her forehead, and then her eyes, cheek and then softly on the lips. He eased her over backward until they were lying on the bed, her head on his chest and shoulder, one leg drawn across him as he stroked her hair.
"Fuck, I'm glad you're here," he said.
"Me too," she whispered with a smile, and then, "Better?"
"Yeah. Better, Sweet Girl. Better now."
They talked for a while, the pauses between responses growing longer until they were both asleep. In the morning they made love, slowly, tenderly before she made coffee wearing just the shirt she'd taken off him the previous night and he cooked, shirtless and touching her at every opportunity. Reassuring himself that she was still there, still freedom itself.