the light, I plunged into her with reckless abandon, my slight grip on sanity the only thing driving me.
“Yes, deeper, harder…”
“Harder, faster, deeper” had been her mantra back in the day. I was fucking her so hard the headboard was beating a staccato against the wall, probably waking the people next door. But I didn’t care about them. I cared about her and her pleasure. That was the only thing that mattered to me. Not my pleasure or my orgasm. Hers.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Hmmm, I can’t come like this.” She lifted her hips, inviting me to rub her clit as I fucked her. “I need more.”
“Yes, you can.” I’d proven to her she could come this way. “Just let go. Get out of your head and focus on how good it feels.” Talking dirty always got her off. “Focus on the way my cock feels filling you, stretching you, driving into you so hard, so fast, so deep…” I prayed she would come soon because I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I’d been without her too long, and it had been years since I’d been so turned on.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yes, that’s it, angel. ” I guided her through it, giving her pressure where she needed it, letting her scale the peak before leading her back down. “You’re so beautiful.” I leaned in to kiss her. I didn’t know when I would get another chance to love her, if ever, and as aroused as I was, I wasn’t ready for it to end.
“That was amazing,” she whispered into the crook of my neck, kissing me as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. “I haven’t felt like this in… so long.”
My heart swelled. I had been convinced my years in prison and my bitterness of being wrongly accused made it impossible for me to feel what I was feeling—bliss in the arms of a woman. Since my release, sex had been meaningless, just satisfying a need. With Maura, it was what it had always been—a soul-deep connection.
When she tipped her head back to kiss me, locking eyes with me as she did, I fell a little deeper. I felt as if I was sinking in quicksand with no lifeline to hang on to, but still I kissed her. I slowed my pace to make love to her, revering her body in a way that satisfied my soul.
We kissed like that for ages, our bodies and mouths moving in perfect harmony until I felt another orgasm building inside her. I sensed it in her breathing, her rapid heartbeat, and the way her pussy clenched my cock. When I felt her squeeze me as the first tremors shook her, I let go, freefalling with her and trusting her to catch me. It had been a long time since I’d trusted anyone, but after everything, she still inspired that in me.
I laid still on top of her, careful to support my weight on my forearms as our breathing returned to normal. I kissed her cheek, then her hair. I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to stay wrapped in this cocoon, satiated and enjoying the after-glow with this amazing woman. I feared as soon as reality set in, she’d be gone.
The nagging voice in my head reminded me I had business to tend to. The sex was supposed to be a way to earn her trust and get her talking. It had always worked in the past. My entire future was on the line. If I ever wanted to be the man I used to be or see my parents again, I had to find out what, if anything, she was hiding.
Chapter Six
As she lay wrapped in my arms, my hand glided over her belly, and I felt her stiffen. I hated myself for making her revisit a time in her life she’d rather forget, but I had to know.
“How did you get these scars?” I asked, my finger gliding over the puckered skin.
She tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held firm, kissing her neck until she sighed and settled into my embrace again.
“I didn’t want you to see those.”
“I didn’t see them,” I reminded her. “I felt them. And for the record, nothing could detract from your beauty, Maura.”
She rolled onto her back to look at me. “How did you know exactly
“Yes, deeper, harder…”
“Harder, faster, deeper” had been her mantra back in the day. I was fucking her so hard the headboard was beating a staccato against the wall, probably waking the people next door. But I didn’t care about them. I cared about her and her pleasure. That was the only thing that mattered to me. Not my pleasure or my orgasm. Hers.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Hmmm, I can’t come like this.” She lifted her hips, inviting me to rub her clit as I fucked her. “I need more.”
“Yes, you can.” I’d proven to her she could come this way. “Just let go. Get out of your head and focus on how good it feels.” Talking dirty always got her off. “Focus on the way my cock feels filling you, stretching you, driving into you so hard, so fast, so deep…” I prayed she would come soon because I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I’d been without her too long, and it had been years since I’d been so turned on.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yes, that’s it, angel. ” I guided her through it, giving her pressure where she needed it, letting her scale the peak before leading her back down. “You’re so beautiful.” I leaned in to kiss her. I didn’t know when I would get another chance to love her, if ever, and as aroused as I was, I wasn’t ready for it to end.
“That was amazing,” she whispered into the crook of my neck, kissing me as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. “I haven’t felt like this in… so long.”
My heart swelled. I had been convinced my years in prison and my bitterness of being wrongly accused made it impossible for me to feel what I was feeling—bliss in the arms of a woman. Since my release, sex had been meaningless, just satisfying a need. With Maura, it was what it had always been—a soul-deep connection.
When she tipped her head back to kiss me, locking eyes with me as she did, I fell a little deeper. I felt as if I was sinking in quicksand with no lifeline to hang on to, but still I kissed her. I slowed my pace to make love to her, revering her body in a way that satisfied my soul.
We kissed like that for ages, our bodies and mouths moving in perfect harmony until I felt another orgasm building inside her. I sensed it in her breathing, her rapid heartbeat, and the way her pussy clenched my cock. When I felt her squeeze me as the first tremors shook her, I let go, freefalling with her and trusting her to catch me. It had been a long time since I’d trusted anyone, but after everything, she still inspired that in me.
I laid still on top of her, careful to support my weight on my forearms as our breathing returned to normal. I kissed her cheek, then her hair. I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to stay wrapped in this cocoon, satiated and enjoying the after-glow with this amazing woman. I feared as soon as reality set in, she’d be gone.
The nagging voice in my head reminded me I had business to tend to. The sex was supposed to be a way to earn her trust and get her talking. It had always worked in the past. My entire future was on the line. If I ever wanted to be the man I used to be or see my parents again, I had to find out what, if anything, she was hiding.
Chapter Six
As she lay wrapped in my arms, my hand glided over her belly, and I felt her stiffen. I hated myself for making her revisit a time in her life she’d rather forget, but I had to know.
“How did you get these scars?” I asked, my finger gliding over the puckered skin.
She tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held firm, kissing her neck until she sighed and settled into my embrace again.
“I didn’t want you to see those.”
“I didn’t see them,” I reminded her. “I felt them. And for the record, nothing could detract from your beauty, Maura.”
She rolled onto her back to look at me. “How did you know exactly
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