24
Krissi took a deep breath and shifted, moving off her sore ribs. A hand on her back dragged her awake. Well, not literally, but it was unfamiliar enough it made her wonder what it was and that pulled her to the surface of consciousness. She opened her eyes and saw there was only a little light in the room. She couldn't remember where she was. Slowly the feel of skin beneath her cheek registered and she remembered the way she'd relaxed beneath his touch the night before. She shifted and found her hand wrapped around his arm. Squeezing a little she rubbed her nose in the sparse hair on his chest.
“How you feeling this morning?” Ruger’s voice was deep and rough, as if he hadn't spoken in hours but held no slur of sleep. She moved off him and stretched, wincing as jabs of pain shot through her.
“Sore, why?”
“How'd you sleep?”
“Other than getting up to pee at 3? Hard. I tried not to wake you, sorry.”
He shook his head. “Roll over.” He pushed at her gently.
She didn't know what he had in mind but she didn't need to. She trusted him to take care of her. She rolled away and lay on her side, waiting for whatever he had in mind. The bed moved and in seconds he was back behind her, his legs curled around hers but his chest didn't touch her back. After a moment, his hands touched her and she knew what he was up to. He'd retrieved the ointment from wherever he'd put it the night before and was now working it into her back and around her side to cover the large bruise that looked like someone had kicked her in the ribs. She loved the feeling of his hands on her and without the weight of exhaustion she'd had the night before she could enjoy it even more. Heat pooled low in her belly and she shifted her hips, rocking them back against his hips. She felt his cock twitch where it lay nestled in the crack of her ass. His hands slid over her skin as he covered her injuries with the gel that made it easier for her to move. She couldn't resist the urge to arch into his hands.
“Lay still and behave yourself.” Ruger’s voice was thick and guttural.
“I can't help it.” She moved against his hands again. “You make me feel so good.” His cock twitched again and stiffened against her. She couldn't restrain the low moan that crept from her throat. Her senses were alive and she craved more.
“This isn't what I had in mind when I started this.” His voice was closer and his breath feathered along her neck. His hand slid up and covered one breast. She whimpered and reached back. Her hand found his thigh right behind hers. The hand covering her tit toyed with it, squeezing and kneading then flicking the puckered, hard tip until she wanted to scream. Her fingers curled into his leg as she tried to pull him closer.
“More,” she gasped. Krissi’s head swam and she didn't care what it took, she needed to feel him inside her. The sooner the better. Her breath came in shallow pants and all she could think about was the ache deep inside and getting what she needed. Ruger’s breath was hot on her neck and she loved it. She pulled at him, unable to put what she needed into words. “Please,” was all she could get out.
“Please what?” His mouth was against her ear while his hand inched down her stomach toward the junction of her thighs. His lips touched that sensitive spot behind her ear and all concept of words flew from her mind. High pitched moans escaped her lips with every breath as he trailed his mouth down her neck and along her shoulder. His fingers dipped between her thighs, brushing her clit at the same moment he set his teeth into her skin and bit gently.
She exploded with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over her while her fingers dug into his thigh and her body tightened. She relaxed against him to find he'd stopped moving while she came. She groaned, able to think a little again.
“Will that do it for you?” his voice rumbled in her ear.
“It took the edge off but I'm nowhere near done.” Krissi ground her ass into the hard cock she felt pressed there. “Feels like you aren't either.”
“I'm not going to hurt you more.”
“I'm hurting without you.” She couldn't keep her body still. It moved one direction driving her clit into his fingers, then the other, pushing his erection against her lower back. Both felt amazing. Need made her restless and unable to stop herself. She pulled at him and moved against him as she tried to find another release. His hand between her legs tightened and pulled her closer to him, leaving her no need, or room to work back and forth between them.
“Woman,” Ruger growled. “You're testing my control.”
“I don't need your control, damn it. I need your cock.” She took a couple shallow breaths. “Please.”
“Shit,” he muttered, then he was gone. Krissi whimpered as she closed her eyes and fisted her hands in the sheet in front of her. She didn't know where he'd gone or why but she trusted he would be back. And if not, well, she'd find a way to get the release her body craved on her own.
The bed dipped and Ruger was back. One hand slide under her head and the other curled around her waist.
“Come here.” He tugged her to him and lay against her back. “Don't let me hurt you.”
Krissi nodded. Right now, she didn't care if it hurt, she needed him. He tilted her hips and lined his cock up with her opening, sliding easily through the slick cream leaking from her. His hand moved up to her tits again. His fingers pulling and pinching at her nipples without putting pressure on her injured ribs. She tilted her head back until she hit his chest. Eyes closed as she let the sensations of her body wash through her. Slowly Ruger pushed himself into her, pulling back then plunging forward again until he was buried deep inside her.
Krissi took a deep breath. The empty sensation was finally gone. Ruger paused, he seemed to be waiting for something.
“Don't stop now.” She ran one hand up his arm until her hand covered his then moved his hand to cover one swollen tit and squeezed. He resisted how much pressure she applied until a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Seeming to realize that he wasn't going to hurt her, not like this, he took charge. He tugged and pulled at her nipples as he pulled almost all the way out of her then plunged back in again. It only took a few strokes before Krissi's body tensed again. She grabbed his wrist where he still held on to one tit and hung on tight while her body clamped down on his. Pleasure raced through her.
It was several moments before she could breathe again and let go of his wrist. His hand slid down her side until he could grip her unbruised hip. Ruger tilted her hips slightly and increased the pace of his thrusts. The new angle made his cock hit a spot deep inside her that left her breathless. Her fingers curled into the sheets as her body seized and she felt herself clamp around him again. This time the sensations didn't pass. He kept hammering his cock into her while her body clamped tighter and tighter. Desperate for something to anchor her she reached for his hand and again caught his wrist. She held on with everything she had and let orgasm after orgasm wash over her until he stiffened and came with a shout. Replete, she didn't have the energy to move, only to lay there and try to remember how to breathe.