She felt warm all over. “And you do the same to me, Chance. Is it because we’re in love?”
“Yes, baby. I love you so much.”
* * * *
Chance stroked Kaylyn’s locks, which felt like silk. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”
“Same here, honey.” She handed him another condom. “Can you be on top this time?”
“I’m not so sure about that.” He was worried about injuring her leg in that position.
“Why not?”
“Baby, Doc said you could have sex but he also said to be careful.” He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her scent, which reminded him of orange blossoms in the spring. Her aroma drove him mad with desire, and he felt his cock begin to harden again.
“I love how you take care of me, Chance. But it will be okay.”
He smiled, donning the condom. “With you under me I could become a wild man.”
“My wound is on the outside of my leg. So, I’ll wrap my legs around you, and that way they won’t touch anything. Besides, I wouldn’t mind experiencing your wild side, Mr. Reynolds.”
God, he loved how fiery she was being. Her flame was causing his pulse to burn through every vein. “Is that right, Miss Anderson?”
“Absolutely.”
He gave her a deep lingering kiss, enjoying the taste of her lips. Like honey. Sweet and delicious. Gently,
he lifted her legs over his shoulders. She bent her knees down his back.
He ran his hands up and down her soft skin, finally resting his hands on her full mounds. She was beautiful. He licked her neck, inhaling more of her intoxicating fragrance. Hearing her little moans of delight was like heaven.
“Your leg okay, baby?”
“I’m doing great, Chance. Please. Make love to me again. I beg you.”
Her pleas drove him insane with lust. He carefully moved until his cock was pressing on her tight little pussy.
He thrust into her body, enjoying the feel of her tightening around his cock with her wet depths. “Oh God, Kaylyn. You feel so good.”
“So do you, honey. So do you.”
He felt her place her delicate fingers on the side of his face, which spurred him on.
With each thrust of his cock into her body, he claimed her as his own. In and out.
Another thrust. “You.” And another. “Are.” And one more. “Mine.”
“Yes. I’m yours. All yours, my love.”
He could feel her trembles against his skin. Increasing his tempo, he sent his dick again and again into her body, stretching her pussy.
Hearing her pants and moans, Chance knew he was satisfying her needs, which sparked even more hunger inside him. He plunged deeper and harder into her.
Over and over. Again and again. Harder and faster.
Time had no meaning to him, as their lovemaking transported him to a state of utter abandon.
She’s mine.