“Tell me you have a condom,” she demands, hand stroking me hard.
I shake my head, more to clear it than denial. I do not have a condom. I had not slipped one in my wallet after our last encounter.
I lift my head, take in Greer straddled over me, my cock in her hand and just inches away from what I know is going to feel like heaven.
“I’m safe.” My words stutter as I try to keep my wits while she continues to jack me. “If you tell me you are, I’ll believe you.”
Greer’s hand stills, and her eyes cloud a bit. “You’d believe me? You’d trust me to tell you the truth?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Greer,” I snarl, jackknifing up on the bed and putting my arms around her back. Her hold on my dick relinquishes, and I pull her in so we’re face-to-face. “I’m getting ready to take you into a life-or-death situation and you’re my only backup. Of course I trust you. I’ve never not trusted you… ever. Despite everything, my trust in you has never diminished.”
Something painful flickers across her face, but it’s gone as quickly as I recognize it. In its place is a thin haze of sorrow, and her hand comes to my chest to push me back down to the mattress.
When we were together, it was rare I’d ever let her be on top. Greer is an incredibly strong woman both physically and in spirit. But she’s a woman who likes to give up control in the right circumstances and to be dominated. She told me once that she never feels as delicately female than when she’s in bed with me, and it’s something I took to heart.
But right now, her hand encircling my cock again, I can tell by her expression she needs to be on top. And it’s not to dominate me but rather… to apologize.
To try to gift me with the pleasure of her body and by demanding I lie back and enjoy. We both know it will never make up for anything between us, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that no matter our position, it will feel just as good if I’m doing the work, but I believe that somehow Greer needs this.
So I give it to her.
Lifting her hips, she inches forward on her knees, using her hand to guide me to her wet core. I groan at the first touch of her hot flesh against mine, memories flooding back at the recognition of her perfect body accepting mine.
Greer slides down onto my shaft so slowly, I grit my teeth and clench my ass cheeks so as not to buck upward into her. It’s torture, but of the sweet variety.
Rocking and circling her hips, she works herself onto my girth until she’s fully seated. A soft sigh escapes her lips. My hands move to her thighs, smooth up to her hips where they rest lightly. I have no intention of interfering with whatever she wants to do.
Time seems to stand still as our eyes lock. I can’t look away, but when she moves her hips, my eyes inadvertently close from the intense pleasure she creates. It’s not just her movement that assaults my senses.
It’s because of who she is I so easily succumb to her power.
Greer is magnificent as she rides me. I try to touch her between her legs, but she bats my hand away, wanting to keep all the control to herself.
She wants to get herself off as she does the same for me.
And it’s magnificent when it happens. It doesn’t take long as both of us couldn’t have been more primed to topple off the edge and into orgasm together. My hold on her hips tightens as I growl my release, hips pumping upward just once to make sure she takes every drop of me. Greer issues a long moan as she comes, tightening around my cock and biting down hard on her lower lip. She huffs a sigh of contentment and collapses forward onto my chest.
I almost begrudge her the moment of tenderness that always used to come after, because while that may have just been the best orgasm I can remember in what seems like forever, I also know it’s so damn good because it’s Greer.
And I don’t have her.
We should be nothing to each other but a means for sexual gratification.
I try to let anger burn through me, and admittedly, it spurts and sputters, but then it fizzles. I’m too sated to be mad, and because there’s nothing in my life that has ever felt as good as holding Greer in my arms, I embrace her tightly. Our hearts rest against each other, slamming at first but then settling into a steady thud where they beat in matching cadence.
I’m contented not to move for a while, but it’s Greer who rolls off, settling on her side.