Author's note:
Aside from the beginning of the chapter, there isn't much in the way of sexual activity. If you are reading for that, feel free to close out as soon as the characters start driving.
The rest of the chapter is plot advancement and conversation. There is one conversation at the end that may disturb readers - one man threatens another with injury, and is threatened in return. If such dialogue bothers you, you're going to want to skip the next several chapters.
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Enjoy!
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Sometime in the dark of early morning, Jessie awoke and rose from my lap, kissed my chest and neck until I came half awake, and pulled me stumbling to bed. I passed out as soon as I was sandwiched between her and the mattress, and I slept dark and dreamless until a crowing rooster woke me as the sun started illuminating the shades.
I took a look around at the dusky room, another look at the top of Jessie's head, closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
I was awakened next by movement, and by the time the shower started, I was conscious enough to realize it was McKenna who had risen from the bed. Jessie has rolled away sometime before the sun had fully illuminated the curtains, and she sat against the headboard, phone in hand, doing her morning email. I scooted up to lay next to her. "How'd you sleep?
She gave me a soft smile. "Ok. You?"
"My back feels like shit."
"I'm sorry."
"What was last night about? The last time we fell asleep in the bathroom it was because you were drunk on the floor."
The gothic woman shut her phone off, set it on the end table, and slid down to lay next to me. The look on her face was embarrassment and vulnerability and a hint of fear. "Nothing. Just some stuff I have to deal with. I'm ok."
"You know you can bring anything to me, right? I'm always here for you."
"I know."
I shifted over, settled on top of her, looked down at her beautiful, strong face. Fuck I loved this woman. Every time I looked at her I saw something new, something surprising.
Her arms and legs closed around me, and I lifted one hand from the bed, pressed two fingers to her mouth. She held my eyes as she sucked slowly, powerfully, painting every square millimeter of skin deliberately with her tongue before arching her neck slightly as she pushed a large quantity of saliva forward. I withdrew my fingers and reached down between us, using her spit to further wet her already damp entrance. I guided my erection to her and pushed in slowly, reveling in the heat, the constriction, the slick arousal coating her tunnel.
Fuck, she felt amazing to be inside.
But right now, what felt best was the closeness. My woman had me inside her, filling her. Our bodies were as close as could be, fit together perfectly, and we enjoyed the coupling for so many different reasons. The physical pleasure, the physical proximity, the psychological aspects of domination and submission...but nothing could beat the emotion, spiritual bond of being so close to the woman I loved.
I sat up straight, looked down at the slim pale girl below. She grinned at me, sucked in breath in a gasp when I reached down to play with her tits, kneading and squeezing her tiny breasts until she rolled her head back with an expression of ecstasy.
Then I stopped moving.
Jessie realized what I was doing and stuck her lower lip out at me, gave me a sad expression. I shifted my hips slowly, filling her completely, withdrawing slightly, teasing her with my barely-there movements. She arched up once again as I reached down to press and rub at her clit, and I picked up my back-and-forth rocking.
"Oh fuck," the gothic girl breathed. "You're gonna make me cum, I'm gonna cum, oh - "
She went rigid, eyes locked on mine and her mouth wide open, her face and chest flushed red from its usual milk-white. I grabbed the back of her black mop of hair and kissed her violently, penetrating her mouth like I was penetrating her pussy, forcing my tongue against hers as I drove her back down to the bed and picked up my thrusting. Fingernails tore at my back as she raked me seemingly in time with her orgasmic contractions, and I let go of her hair, reached back to grab and pin her arms above her head one at a time as I rolled my hips faster and faster.
"Cum for me, daddy," Jessie moaned. "Cum in my cunt, give it to me, please..."
I thrust harder and deeper and buried my face in her neck, in her black hair, pursued the sensations that would bring this act to completion as I listened to Jessie groan and yelp.
"FUCK!"
I held as far into my lover's wet tunnel as I could, my cock twitching painfully hard, seemingly recoiling as I hosed down her vaginal walls with spunk. My breath was so hard and hot I felt like I had run a marathon, exhalations slamming out of me at half the speed of my thundering heart.
It felt good to rest atop my woman, close and sweaty, listening to her breath in my ear, listening to the machinery of our bodies slowly chugging down to normal after our strenuous excitement. I lifted my head from Jessie's hair and kissed her slowly, gently.
"You good?" I asked when I pulled away.
She curled languidly, gave me one of her trademark feral predator grins. "I am now. I think I just needed to be held down and fucked."
"Always happy to help."
