I think of Jane when you surprise me.
When you sneaked into the bathroom as I dried off after my shower. When you whispered from behind me that you didn’t want to wait. Although all thoughts of consulting with the therapist instantly evaporated like my own damn sanity when I realized what you meant.
Your lips on my bare back.
Your fingers on my hardening cock.
Your naked body pressed into mine.
You wanted me to fuck you.
Right then.
I didn’t know what the hell to do. With your body, fuck yes. With your mind, I had no fucking clue. Was it safe? Normal? Healthy?
But when you slid around and climbed me like you owned me, you didn’t give me any opportunity to resist. Like I ever could. Like I ever would.
For a few seconds, I think we were both paralyzed. Each of us stunned by the realization. Dazed to suddenly be together. My throbbing dick trapped between us. Your taut rosebud nipples grazing my pounding chest. Our rapid breaths heavy and eager mingling between our lips.
Until you whispered, “tell me again that you love me.”
Then I knew exactly what the fuck to do. The desperation in your wobbling voice fucking pushed me over the edge, and I had no other choice but to show you—fucking prove to you—how I felt. There was no other option except to grasp your hips and slowly glide you down to the only place you belong. To the only cock you’ll ever feel inside your sweet pussy ever again.
You were tight. So damn tight I was scared I would hurt you. I was hurting you. God damn it. I almost fucking lost it when you tensed under my hands. I swear to god I could feel the panic tightening your little body. Your muscles squeezing in uncertainty. But thank fucking god you relaxed when I demanded that you tell me you love me. That you want this. That you want me.
You did. Over and over. Reassuring both of us. With your words and your kisses and your body sheathing mine in your insistence.
We fucked standing up. Something we’ve never done before. My grip tightened on your ass when I wondered if it’s because you never did with him. Fucking motherfucker. I pushed that bastard and his bullshit out of my brain. All my focus on you. What you need. What you deserve.
So I made love to you. In the middle of the bathroom. Broad daylight and open door be damned. Slow and cautious. Yet genuine and sincere. I wrapped your delicate fingers in mine and held them to my chest. Holding your hand. Providing you the reassurance I know you like. Your legs squeezing my waist harder confirmed I gave you what you hoped for.
I told you what else I needed you to know. That you’re my gorgeous little chameleon. Sweet yet stubborn. Innocent yet naughty. Independent yet so damn giving and generous.
You nodded. Agreeing and accepting and absorbing everything I said. You smiled your indulgent smile when I told you I hoped I would put my son inside you today. That I would raise him how my father raised me. Love your women. Cherish them. Kill for them. Anything to keep your wife, your mother, your daughter safe.
You shook your head when I promised you he would take care of you long after I’m gone. You don’t like thinking about me dead. Hell, I don’t either. I’ll miss you too fucking much. Yearning for you from my fucking grave, rosy girl. But I swore I would always protect you even if I’m not here.
Clinging to me as I slowly lifted and lowered you. Your free arm coiled around my neck as the friction built between us. Until I welcomed your silent release. Until your contracting pussy milked a wordless explosion out of me while we hugged each other. The gentlest and quietest we’ve ever fucked. But you didn’t seem to mind. I know I sure as hell didn’t.
I didn’t lose control. You didn’t cry. Doesn’t seem like much, but it was. A whole hell of a lot after all you’ve been through. Especially when I glanced over and almost couldn’t fucking breathe from the beautify of it. Not sure how I missed us before. I guess I was so focused on your gorgeous face. But us together is fucking magnificent too.
I nudged you to look too. Lift your head to see how fucking amazing you are, I told you. Your beautiful eyes met mine. Scanning us entwined together in our reflection before your gaze dropped to the floor. Fuck that shit. Eyes on me. Eyes on us rosy girl. You shivered from my command but obeyed like the good girl you are. Resting your cheek against mine rather than my shoulder, you finally smiled. Making my cock come to life again still inside you. But I didn’t push. I just held you until you finally spoke. Admitting what you’ve been fretting about all this time. As if I give a damn that you might not be able to play like you used to. You’re not ready to be tied up or spanked or blindfolded. That you may never be.
I’m sorry I got more pissed than I should have. But I hate when you think the worst. That you worry over what you can’t do when all I want to focus on is what you can do. You’ve got balls coming in here and seducing me. On your terms. The way you wanted. I’m fucking impressed and so fucking hard again. Once again you blow me away how damn amazing you are.