If I Could Be With You by Mary Mamie Hardesty

just need to look at you,” he said.
    She could feel his unyielding girth straining against her pussy and she shifted her hips to rub against him, back and forth she shared the slick wetness he’d made happen. When his tip sat poised at her opening again she lifted forward and then sat back slowly feeling every inch of him slide into her. She saw his eyes darken and close as his hands gripped her hips showing her what he needed, setting the pace for his own release.
    He was deep inside of her, touching places she didn’t know she needed to be touched. Every stroke taking her higher and higher towards a freedom she hadn’t even known existed. She watched his face, the way he drew his eyebrows together straining to hold back, to bring her to another peak. His lips called her name as she moved up and down, grinding against him, trying to get impossibly closer, reaching for something they both wanted desperately.
    She knew when he couldn’t take anymore. His eyes widened and she felt herself being flipped onto her stomach. His hand spread her legs and he took her from behind thrusting hard as his breath on her neck came faster and faster. He snaked his hand round her belly and in between her legs resting most of his weight on top of her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but accept his plunging cock and his massaging fingers. He was close. She felt it and suddenly she was shaking and moaning as he increased the speed of his thrust and his hand. Out of nowhere she lost total control. There was no time, no thoughts, she couldn’t move but she was coming, so hard she heard herself scream, and then with a groan of pure satisfaction she felt him come into her and collapse at her side.
    “Holy shit,” he said quietly and he pulled her against him to spoon.
    She didn’t know if she could speak yet, the experience had overwhelmed her to the verge of tears. Losing total control like that, letting someone into herself completely, she felt like she had made love for the very first time in her life.
    “You’re mine, Hannah.”
    “I’m yours, Charles.”
    She let herself melt into him as she drifted into a heavy sleep.
     
    ****
     
    He was staring at her when she woke. If it had been any other man she probably would have been creeped out, but the gentle look of total acceptance and love that lit his face was almost more than she could bear.
    “Good morning,” she said and nuzzled her face between his shoulder and arm.
    “Good morning, gorgeous.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “We should talk today,” he said.
    Fear flooded her veins for a quick second before she intentionally relaxed her muscles and gave into what she had learned to call trust. She trusted him. He’d done what she asked. He’d come half way cross the country for her and he shared every bit of himself with her last night. Talking was good, not scary. Talking was the pathway to their future, a future she was now positive that she wanted very badly.
    “Yes,” she nodded. “Talking is good, but breakfast sounds better. Want me to cook?”
    He laughed at that.
    “Umm, let me think about it.” He rolled his eyes and pretended to be in deep thought. “That’s a negative Ghost Rider.”
    She laughed. “Look at you throwing movie references older than you are. OK then, does that mean you want to cook?”
    He shook his head and suggested they throw on some clothes and eat out somewhere.  “I’ve heard that new breakfast place downtown is pretty good, what’s it called again?”
    “You mean the Bacon Shack?”
    “Definitely. Just the name makes me salivate.”
    “OK, let me grab a shower though.” She started to rise and he pulled her back down.
    “I don’t want you to shower. Don’t you have a baseball cap or something to throw your hair up with?”
    “Yeah,” she answered and sat up, “but why can’t I take a shower first?”
    He nuzzled his head against her belly and let his hands massage her ass. “Because you smell