I deserve a fucking medal for resisting what Hayden has been doing for the last week. Jesus, the woman has practically tortured me with her body. I’m not exactly a small man though, and there’s no way I could make love to her without giving her time to heal. I’m too far gone this time to call a halt to her play. We’re close to her follow-up where the doctor said she could resume sexual activities if she was okay. I pray I’m not doing anything that will hurt her, because I’m too weak at this point to stop.

She arches her back so her ass is pushed up in the air. I hold onto her hips with one hand as I slowly guide my cock inside of her. I close my eyes as her hot, wet walls grips my cock.

Perfection.

I grit my teeth to stave off the urge to thrust deeply inside of her, letting my fingers bite into her juicy thighs. I stop with my cock half buried in her, withdraw and then carefully push him back in. It’s an exercise in torture, but one that is better than the alternative—being without her.

“Michael, it’s not enough,” she cries out, frustrated. I grunt, agreeing with her, but not allowing myself to sink into her deeper—like I crave. I reach my hand around to find her clit, to try and force her orgasm, without giving in.

“I’ll take care of you, Beauty,” I tell her, trying to reassure her that I will make sure she’s happy.

“I need you more,” she whimpers. “I need you deeper,” she adds thrusting back into me.

My dick sinks in another couple of inches and her greedy little snatch clasps me so tightly, I can’t resist. Fuck, I never pretended to be a saint. I wrap my hands around each of her thighs and pull her back into me. I keep us connected, but purposely don’t allow her to take my dick any further—in fact, I raise her off of me an inch or more and we both moan out in disappointment. I lean down, letting my beard graze the side of her neck. Her body jerks in my arms, her breath coming out in a gasp. She’s as close to the edge as I am.

“Stay on your knees, Hayden,” I growl, my voice is so deep it’s almost animalistic—which fits since she makes me feel that way. “Don’t take me deep, stop when it starts to hurt. We got all the time in the world to get you used to having me inside of you again,” I whisper, biting her ear and smiling when she reaches behind her and pulls my hair into her hands, knotting it around her fingers. She lowers down on my cock slowly, widening her legs on each side of me. Her ass slides against my stomach and down against my groin as she takes me deeper inside.

“Yes,” she hisses, her pussy holding me tightly and coating me in her sweetness. She stops moving all at once and my body quakes beneath her—needing more. I growl, my hands move up to her breasts, pulling her back against me. I knead her tits roughly in my hands, tugging on the nipples. I don’t bother trying to be gentle. I don’t have that in me at this point. Her tits will carry my bruises tomorrow. Mine.

She’s been too embarrassed to let me touch her breasts a lot, afraid the fact that she leaks milk will turn me off. Fuck. Nothing about her body turns me off. I get hard watching her feed Connor. I think she’s even more beautiful now that she’s become a mother. She was made to nurture a child, to love them. Some women aren’t—I know that all too well. Hayden isn’t one of them. Everything about her screams love. Every. Single. Thing. Hell, when I feel wetness hit my fingers, I surge my dick inside of her—sinking a couple of inches before I stop myself.

“Sorry, Beauty, it’s just…fuck…you feel so good,” I apologize half-heartedly. Her fingers tighten in my hair even more. The sting of the pain moves through me and I pull against the hold, because it feels so damn good. I kiss the inside of her neck, using my tongue to lick up the fine beads of sweat. She tastes of sex. I move my lips along the curve of her shoulder. I want to taste every inch of her. When she begins riding my cock again my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I bite into her shoulder, unable to stop myself from marking her.

“I love having you back inside of me, Michael. It feels like it has been forever,” she moans and the sound seems to vibrate in my dick. Before I can stop her she slides all the way down on me, taking me completely inside of her.

“Fuck, Hayden you aren’t supposed to—” I move my hands to her hips, holding her with bruising force, preparing to lift her off of me. I can’t hurt her; I couldn’t bear it if I did.

“It feels good, Michael. God, it feels so good,” she whimpers. She grinds down on me, rotating her hips, and Jesus Christ! I could come from this alone—and I almost do. “I love having your cock inside of me. I’ve been dreaming of you fucking me and then I’d wake up and feel so empty,” she moans and that’s it. I can’t take anymore. I wrap my hand against her neck, pull her face to the side, and fucking take her mouth while she grinds against my cock, riding the hell out of me. I pull away biting on her lip, sucking on it to prolong the pleasure.

“Touch your clit, Hayden, play with that pussy while you’re riding me,” I order her. I can tell the exact moment she does as I order, because her head goes back, jerking away from me. She rests it against my shoulder, her hair trickling down across my back as her hands go back to pulling on mine. I hold her hips and grind her down hard on my cock—all thoughts of being gentle gone. I feel her detonate a second before I go over the edge, emptying stream after stream of cum inside of her.

“I love you, Michael,” she cries. “I love you.”

I have the strangest urge to tell her I love her too…