Her flavor, sweet with the slightest bit of salty hits my tongue and I devour her. My pumping fingers never slow down as I drag my tongue through her lips and suck hard on her clit. I push my underwear out of the way, freeing my jutting cock, and stroke it hard, spreading the slippery wetness on my hand up and down my thick shaft. It’s awkward as hell, but my tight grip on my dick coupled with her honeyed sweetness in my mouth, on my face… fuck! It’s so worth it.
“Oh. Oh… ohhhh. Travis,” she cries out. I add another finger and I’m instantly rewarded by a fresh gush of wetness. Her fingers twist into the sheets and her head is thrashing from side to side as I alternate between fucking her with my fingers and lapping her clit, my tongue soft against her. Her exclamations increase in volume until they are a mindless litany of pleasure.
Her legs suddenly tighten around me, her fingers pulling my hair and locking my face against her pussy. With a wordless scream she cums, her tight channel fluttering around my tongue as I slide my fingers free and lap up her sugar.
Smiling against her sensitive center, I continue licking until she giggles above me, squirming to break the contact. Grinning, I crawl back over her, nestling the swollen head of my cock against her slippery entrance.
“Something funny, baby?” I whisper, pressing the broad head just inside her hot sheath. She sighs and moves against me, taking me deeper.
“Not funny at all. I just feel so good.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask. She shakes her head and moves restlessly under me
Pressing a little further inside, I groan. Her tight little pussy is gripping me as she tries to work herself further onto me.
“You want more of my cock, Sweetpea?” I growl, sucking at the sensitive spot right below her ear. I wasn’t planning to go all the way with her tonight, but the feeling of her wiggling under me, her body begging for more… it obliterates all of my good intentions.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Please, Trav….” Her desperate words fade into a low cry of mingled pain and ecstasy as I press deeper and feel the moment her gripping sheathe softens, making room for me. Unable to hold back another second, I slide in balls deep, her walls contracting around me. She rolls her hips. Her tight little cunt is trying to suck me off. I pull out, leaving just the head inside her entrance and watch the play of emotions as they drift across her expressive face.
Surprise.
Ecstasy.
Lust.
She's so fucking tight, I have to fight my way back in with the next thrust. My eyes are locked on her face, watching as she relishes the slippery glide of my cock inside her. I sink to the hilt and grind hard against her as I grip her waist, holding her where I want her. Her eyes drift up to mine and she smiles at me. Her hands skate across her own skin, plucking at her diamond-hard nipples, before she slides them down my sides and across my abs.
My groan of pleasure is loud in the silent room. Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as I use her hips to work her on my pole. My hips stutter when her fingers slip between us to rub my shaft where we are joined before gliding up to her clit.
“That's it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched.”
She sobs her pleasure, moving against me as much as she can while I continue my deep, steady strokes.
“Come on my cock, Faye,” I order, pulling her fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean. My fingers replace hers, pressing hard against her clit and rubbing tight circles.
She screams my name. He pussy clenches hard around my hammering tool. Harder than I would have ever believed possible. Her juices dribble down her ass and over my balls. Wet slapping sounds fill the room. Watching her shatter beneath me drives me over the edge and I push her knees toward her chest, fucking her even harder, until with a roar, I join her, falling h
eadlong into an orgasm that feels like it's never going to end.
My brain isn’t working, but somehow I manage to collapse beside her instead of crushing her beneath me. I gather her shivering body against me and pull the covers over us. The silence of the room is exaggerated by the sounds of our heavy breathing. Tucking her closer against me, I inhale the clean smell of her skin, kissing her everywhere I can reach.
The even cadence of her breath tells me she is already asleep. Knowing that she is safe, I cuddle her even closer and get my second night of deep, dreamless sleep in years.
Chapter Thirty-One
Faye
So much has happened in just a couple of days that my mind is having a hard time catching up. My whole body hurts as I lie in the big comfy bed with my back spooned against Travis' front. He made love to me over and over last night, until I was too exhausted to lift a finger.
Even in the throes of passion he was so careful with me. Even though I just woke up, I’m already thinking about how good it feels to have him inside me. I want him again but I know that we need to get up. I can see the sky brightening through the windows, and we are supposed to meet Ana and Xavier for breakfast soon. I’d rather stay here, I need to drag my butt out of bed and take another shower. I have never used so much water in my life, but I need one. I can feel the stickiness of our sex marathon between my legs and on my thighs. The last time we made love I was too tired to get out of the bed afterward and fell asleep with his seed still dripping from my body.
Not wanting to be late I carefully slip out from under Travis’ arm and scoot to the edge of the mattress. My muscles protest every movement. My body has been through a lot between the beating the smiling man dished out and the hours of lovemaking last night. Sitting up I stand, cradling my injured arm against me. Travis said I’d be seeing a doctor today. Yesterday I thought I’d be okay. This morning I’m glad I will see her after breakfast.
Slowly I shuffle to the bathroom. It feels like a long way, even though it isn’t.
When I turn on the water the steamy heat billows around me. I stand under the gentle streams of water as it flows over my bruised and tired flesh. I soap my body, massaging the most painful muscles and stretching the rest.
All at once, I'm overtaken with gratitude for being alive.