“Feel better?” He asked me huskily.
“Let me,” I said wanting to take his cock into my mouth to pleasure him. To return the favor that he had given me of sweet, sweet orgasm. He was on his back and I was on my knees now trying to reach for his totally erect cock staring me in the face.
“I can’t,” he replied huskily. “Gab, I won’t last. I want you too much.”
He climbed from the bed and was now looking in the dresser drawer.
He was muttering about them being there. He knew it. Where were they? What was he looking for?
“Got it,” Kerry said triumphantly.
I sighed with exasperation. I wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t found the condom he now held like a prize in his hand. I wanted him and I wanted him now!
Kerry rolled the condom down the length of his cock slowly never taking his eyes off me.
“Get your fucking ass moving McCoy. I’ve waited nearly seventeen years for this.”
Then Kerry put one leg on the bed between my legs. He poised himself hovering over me. His head dipped down to mine for a kiss so tender and sweet as his thick cock slid into my opening at the same time. My legs wrapped around his upper back to force him deeper into my tight, sensitive pussy. I gasped with the painful pleasure of our connection. I wanted as much of him as he could give me.
Oh hell yes! My mind screamed over and over like a mantra for my aching pussy. I had missed him. His strokes were gentle at first. His weight resting full on my chest while his hips ground into mine. His breath warm against my shoulder. Sweat slicked our bodies. Then Kerry lifted himself up on his hands so he could pound into me harder forcing my legs lower around his waist locking us tighter together.
His cock felt like it was pounding into my cervix his thrusts were so damned hard and so damned deep. I gasped at the sheer force of them. I could feel my walls tightening around him preparing for another rocking kick-ass orgasm.
“Fuck,” he breathed above me. His sweat dripping onto my chest. His beautiful face contorted while he concentrated on his thrusts. “Are you close?”
“Hell yeah,” I gasped breathing just as hard as he was. My breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts. “Oh hell yeah.” My nails raked down his back. Leaving blood? He didn’t notice or care. I grasped his ass holding him tight forcing his thrusts harder in my body.
I could feel the force of my orgasm taking over my body causing a shiver to run its course from my toes to the top of my head as I screamed out his name. My nails digging hard into Kerry’s ass leaving marks I feared. He was going to be a mess. He didn’t seem to mind. He focused on our movements, our rhythm. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Then, Kerry’s orgasm followed mine with a groan so deep in his chest it didn’t sound human. He collapsed on top of me but his weight wasn’t too much. It felt good pressing me into the mattress.
“I better get rid of the condom,” he said.
He climbed from the bed giving me full view of his beautiful, hard ass. He stopped at the trash can, head down.
“What’s wrong?”
“Condom broke. Of all the damned luck.” He sounded pissed.
I wanted this too damned much to care about a broken condom. I wanted him. I wanted to be connected to him. I wanted all of him. Inside me pounding me like we always had when we made love. Taking me to places only he knew.
“It will be fine.”
“That is what you told me that night too only we didn’t use a condom then.” His words ironic and letting me know he wasn’t happy.
“Really,” I said giving him a nasty look. “Don’t spoil this.”
Suddenly, he was back in bed with me. He rolled onto me with his full weight. His lips smashed into mine. His tongue breaking through my mouth seeking my tongue. I loved the taste of him. Then we made love so tenderly that my heart felt like it would break into pieces, as if we had never been apart.
Two teenagers in the back of his pickup at the farm by Hell Creek on a moonlit summer evening. Laying on a blanket with crickets chirping; an owl hooting in the background and just Kerry and me and no fucking condoms. Taking chances. Always taking chances. What I had forgotten about Kerry like the mole at his waist or the freckle on his big toe I discovered again and again.
One broken condom, once without a condom. What were we thinking?
#
The next morning sitting at Esther’s breakfast table wearing one of his overly large, tee shirts and nothing else. The sleeves were rolled up so I could use my hands. Kerry was in black boxers standing at the stove frying eggs and bacon. I told him I had dreams of James dying leaving me a widow finally having my freedom. It was sad declaration, I had to tell somebody. It was my most inner fear rearing its head that I would never be free of James Ellerton without something drastic. How else would I be free of James? He had already refused to divorce me.
Without expression or judgment he asked me while flipping bacon nonchalantly, “Do you really want him to die?”
“No,” I said trying not to cry. “I’m afraid of him Kerry.” There it was out. What was I afraid of? He hadn’t physically hurt me as Byron had hurt Michaela but he had his moments when lucidity seemed far away when his eyes were like pools of crazy that scared the shit out of me. I had pushed him close to physical violence the night I returned from Hell a month ago.