Running Away With Him

Kate pulls us past our room, but I stop her and fumble in my pocket for the keycard. It’s up against my rock hard cock, and it takes all of my willpower to look away from Kate and open up the door.

Once we’re in, the clothes fly off.

Kate pushes me against the wall as she goes to unbutton my shirt. She gets halfway down before I’m pulling it over my head. Then we’re kissing again, and I spin us so that it’s her against the wall this time. Her blouse comes off in an instant, and a simple flick of a few buttons has her skirt crumpled at our feet. I pull away only enough to admire the black lingerie she chose to wear for this event. And even though she couldn’t have known what I had planned for tonight, Kate came prepared.

To call it underwear would be a gross miscalculation. Its DNA is more closely related to lingerie with its sheer fabric and lines that lean more towards the sexy than the comfortable. Her nipples are just barely visible, as is the hump of her pussy, which I waste no time in sliding my fingers down to meet.

Kate groans and grabs me by the shoulders. I’m all too happy to let her walk me backwards until I fall back on the bed. The only clothing I’m left wearing are my boxers, but she gets rid of those without hesitation. My cock aches as it’s revealed, and the primal side of me is begging for her to take my length in her mouth.

But she doesn’t.

What she does instead is to crawl on top of me slowly, kissing and licking, tickling her way up my body until her lovely breasts are hanging just over me and her lips meet mine. She then grinds against me, and I can’t take it any longer. I roll us over and take control, stripping her of her last vestiges of clothing and tasting those nipples I so dearly missed. She spreads her legs and pulls me towards her. With one hand between us, she grabs my cock, places the tip against her pussy, and then uses her legs to pull me in.

Chapter 13

Kate

When Brad’s dick enters me, a world of lights flashes through my mind. It’s not even close to an orgasm, but the sensation of being filled, of having him on top of me and inside me, erases every other thought from my head.

Not that there were many left floating around after our romp through the hallways to get here.

I can’t help but flash through mental images of the last time I had sex with Trevor. He always took me when he wanted, not caring the slightest in whether it hurt or brought me even the slightest twinge of pleasure. But I push those thoughts back to the deepest recesses of my skull. These past few months have seen me wrestling with my demons and memories plenty, and I refuse to allow them to ruin this perfect night.

Besides, Brad is as far from Trevor as humanely possible.

Trevor never would have cared about my side of sex. When he finished, that was it. No attempt to get me to an orgasm. No words or cuddling. It was like some gross habit he needed to fulfill, and I was simply the easiest tool available to accomplish it.

With Brad, I’m in much more caring hands. Literally. After two minutes, we change positions so that I’m back on top. While I’m pulling my hair out of my face, he slides a hand underneath me so that his thumb can rub against my clit. I throw myself into grinding against him, and he matches my rhythm. When I start to lose control of myself, nearing the edge of the canyon that will have me falling into an erotic abyss, his hands cup my breasts and he says, “You’re gorgeous,” among other lovely tidbits that send me hurtling off the edge.

I cum first, which is a new thing for me, but I’m not about to just throw my exhausted body down on top him. As I quiver against him, Brad grabs my ass and pounds in and out of me until he too shudders and falls back into the pillows.

I’m lying on top of him, catching my breath, my mind blank but also humming with excitement. This is what I’ve been missing all this time. This is what a loving relationship is supposed to feel like. All this time I thought there was something inherently flawed with me, but it’s the guy currently behind bars who was the weak link in our relationship.

Brad is anything but weak. And neither am I anymore. After all, I gathered the courage it took to stand up to Trevor in court. To tell my side of the story and watch him burn as his sentencing came down.

And if I was tough enough for that, maybe I can be strong enough to try this whole love thing again. Because even though I’m nowhere near ready to say those three words, my heart is filling with something I won’t be able to contain for long.