I didn’t think it was possible for his thrusts to get any more fervent, but the kiss seemed to bolster him further, sending me into moans and shouts so loud I was relieved we didn’t have neighbors. He too was groaning at full bore, his breath staggering and hands beginning to quake, letting out a cry when my pussy throbbed around him. I felt my muscles clamp down on him and then I was rocketing off in my own pleasure, sparks behind my closed eyes.
Holy shit!
It felt like my body left itself, just turning into a star as it flew through space. I was all pleasure and femininity exploding out of itself, consumed by the sheer force of my own ecstasy. It lasted far longer than it had any right to, and when I finally came back down to earth I was so boneless that I was pretty sure I was going to need my wheelchair to do anything productive that day.
…not that I wanted to do anything productive in particular. No, I just wanted to be pressed up against Link as he rutted against me, his whole body starting to shake and his muscles tensed under my hands.
Then suddenly and without warning, it was if a volcano erupted, a feeling of heat and liquid filling me up more than I ever had before. It should have been a completely alien sensation -we had always used condoms when we were younger because my parents wouldn’t get me birth control- but it felt so damn right. Like something that was always supposed to happen.
That, uh, probably wasn’t good and would be something that I would need to examine later, but I was so happy and sated that all I could do was slump towards him.He was breathing hard when he let me slowly slip down the wall, my legs even more like jelly than when it had all started. They definitely hurt still, but it was a good kind of hurt, a pain I wanted to revisit a thousand time over. I excused myself to go clean up, shakily making my way past the couch towards the quaint downstairs bathroom. Link followed after me, kissing my neck as he helped me to the bathroom, his spend slowly trickling down my legs. As I felt the fluids kiss my thighs and drip down, the realization hit me of what had just happened. I was no longer drunk on his kiss or high on the feeling of him stretching me, I was wide eyed and quickly coming back to reality.
“I got it from here, thank you,” I smiled and rushed in the bathroom, stumbling towards the sink and grabbing a washcloth. As I cleaned myself up, my mind started to race. What the hell had I just done?! Not only did this man break my heart, now I let him come inside me like an idiot who didn’t know what a condom was? We weren’t even dating! At least I could say we weren’t in any danger of accidents; I had had an IUD implanted years ago. Even without the risk of an accident, our harmless little con was quickly becoming…something else. I was losing control of my head, high on hormones and bad decisions, unable to stop the motions when they began. He was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of after years of bitter hate and anger. When had things become so weird and complicated? I sat down on the toilet, head in my hands, and cried. I had wanted this so much and now I was crying, my feelings a jumbled mess, my brain feeling like scrambled eggs. The confusion suddenly became overwhelming in my head, making it hard to breathe. He was the bad guy and I had given in to my urges…but was he really so bad? He had changed so much from the snooty little asshole that had left me alone. He was kind, responsible, and an amazing doctor. He was no longer influenced by those piece of shit parents of his, and for that moment in time- I didn’t feel like an ugly mangled mess. I felt wanted and beautiful. I stood up, pacing the bathroom, looking for a time stall. Eyeing the towel hanging in the corner, an idea struck me- it was time to take a bath.
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Link
As Gwen ducked into the bathroom to clean up, I leaned against the wall by the bathroom, the taste of her strawberry chapstick still swirling in my mouth. I could almost feel her against me still, her body still quivering against my soul. I had never imagined that we would be back to this, but life had a funny way of coming full circle, especially in cases like ours.
My heart was still beating fast as I thought about the look on her face as she came, so hot and desperate on my dick, and I was overwhelmed by the desire to pick her up again and bury myself in her. I had never come inside someone before, and the thought brought me crashing back to reality, the bricks hitting hard and resetting the wall I had thought I forged around myself.
What the hell had I just done? This poor girl, I had already fucked up once, but now she probably thought I was a complete jerk. I mean she already hated me, didn’t she? And I had just went for it. Though she had kissed me first, our noses touching when I tried to put down my keys, she probably felt like after last night’s blunders, she had to. As if she owed me in some way because she had fallen ill. She had apologized profusely, over and over…man I was an idiot! She was in so much pain when we got home that she needed my help and in one foul swoop, I took advantage, overtaken by my own stupidity. How could I have been such a fool? How could I do this shit to her after everything before?I slid to the floor, still worried she might fall or need my help, agonizing over that day in her sophomore and my senior year. The viciousness in my words were my parent’s, not mine, but I could never take that back. I could never give her that support she had needed back then; I couldn’t go back and hold her hand as she held his…as she watched him slip away. I couldn’t give her back the almost two years she had wasted dating me, the many years before that welcoming me into her family only for me to treat her the way I did.
Like trash.
I had treated her like none of the things her or her family did had ever mattered, even though it wasn’t a decision I had even wanted to make. I could have fought for her like I had for years. I could have told my parents to go fuck themselves…Instead I fell into their trap, full of empty promises of honey and sugar, when all there was really was them wanting me to be their caregivers. Supply their booze, keep their household going into their old age. I had unfortunately learned it way too late, but at least now I wasn’t their blindly adoring cash cow anymore. I was my own man.
But even so, there was no turning back or making up for what I did. I could get her a million trust fund cash ins, and none of that would ever amount to the worth of her father. The worth of our love and our friendship.
Suddenly, the water started running in the tub, and worry scurried its way across my skin more insistently.
“You okay in there, Gwen?” I called loudly, reaching my arm over to gently knock on the door. I heard a shift as she got in the tub, water sloshing about gently. “Yeah,” she called back, “I’m okay.” I gulped, trying not to think of her nude, her curly hair flowing down against her beautiful and perfect breasts. Even though I had just come, I was quickly plumping up again already, thinking about her thick thighs wrapped around me as I plowed away inside her.
What I wouldn’t give for another kiss, another touch, another fuck…My thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a concerning sound and I was back in doctor mode. It was probably just a shampoo bottle falling to the floor, but I couldn’t be sure and didn’t want to take the chance. “C-can I come in?” I asked with only a slight falter, closing my eyes, almost hoping she would say no. If she said no, then it would be safe. I wouldn’t have to see her, nude and perfect under all that water, maybe even surrounded by bubble bath. God, she would look like such a queen there- no, a goddess, all pink skinned and warm from the water.
My cock liked that image quite a bit and I had to press down on it with the palm of my hand to get it to chill out. It was like I hadn’t even come at all; it was already so insistent and demanding. I needed to get a hold of myself if I was going to be able to take care of Gwen like she needed, not how my dick wanted to.
“Yeah sure!” she called out after only a beat or two of hesitation. I took in a deep breath and opened the door, finding her in the tub as I had suspected. I had anticipated finding her a complete and utter wreck, worn far past her limit and angry at me for what I had done, but instead found her to have a rosy glow about her as she soaked in the tub, her head leaned back against the wall. The l
ook on her face wasn’t that of hate or confusion, but of contentment.
I felt a shudder of relief ripple through me as I stepped through the door. I had caused her to look like that. I’d seen a lot of expressions cross the woman’s face since the accident, and so rarely did she ever appear to be so… relaxed. It filled me with pride that maybe, just maybe, I had done something good for her. Goodness knew that she certainly deserved it.
She opened an eye at me and smiled. “Well, hello there stranger,” she murmured, sitting up straight and giving me the ol’ elevator eyes. I blushed a little, realizing in my haste to get in here, I had forgotten I was hard again. However, she didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she looked hungry for it, leaning forward in the tub and leaning against the side. As she did, her ass cheeks became exposed, surrounded by the frothy water. The tub wasn’t as big as the one upstairs, but it could still fit two people.
“You look in good spirits,” was all I could say, my whole mind taken up by how slick and soft she looked. She probably smelled heavenly too considering all the bath products I had stocked for her. I wanted to touch her. To feel her. So see how much my fingers could slip into her softness and how much they would slide across her slickness.
“Well, I was freaking out for a good moment there, but the bath helped.” She shot me an exasperated sort of smile, the one that I ow recognized always came after an intense internal debate of hers. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Probably not,” I swallowed. God, if she would refuse me, just tell me to go, I absolutely would. It would kill me, but I would do it. I would do anything she wanted. “Do you want me to go?”
“No… no I don’t think I do.” She batted her lashes at me, part of her expression coy, but another part of it raw and open. “I’ve been alone for what feels like forever, I think. I wouldn’t mind the company.”
I didn’t know if she knew it, but her words went straight to my dick, making it throb within the confines of my scrubs. Looking down, I could still see little damp patches where our coupling had dripped down to wet the fabric.
God, she was going to be the death of me.
“Can I help you with anything? Maybe wash your back?” My tongue felt heavy in my mouth. I was so effected by Gwen and I didn’t think she was remotely aware of it. It was like every time we were in a room together; she became the only thing my brain cared about. The only thing it could perceive.
She smiled and waggled a finger at me, telling me to come hither. Scooting forward, she made enough room for me to slip in behind her. I didn’t need a second invitation and quickly stripped my clothes, not missing how her eyes hungrily roamed my form.
Good. I wanted to be hot for her. I wanted her to look at my body and crave it just as much as I craved her. Because God, did I crave her. I wanted to be wrapped up in everything about her until I forgot about all the years I had wasted with my own idiocy.
But as eager as I was, I still took my time sliding in behind her. The last thing I wanted was a tumble or an accident that ended up hurting me or her. I waited until I was fully settled, my legs on either side of her soft form, before I leaned backward, pulling her against me as I rested against the tub.
It was so good to just hold her, my hands laid innocently against her belly, just feeling the softness there. I kissed her cheek, and she let out a lilting sigh that absolutely did things for me. If my boner had anything to say about the situation, it wanted me to get a move on. Naturally, I grabbed the washcloth that hung on the silver bar of the tub and gently pushed her forward so that I could wash her back as promised, kissing her here and there as I worked the washcloth against her caramel skin. She sighed contentedly as I finished, returning to rest against me.
We laid there a bit, quietly. I tried everything in my power to keep my straining length under control, but the feeling of her skin against mine set it throbbing again, pushing into her back incessantly. Thankfully, she seemed amused by the fact and turned around, giving me a saccharine grin.
“It’s not intentional,” I explained with a half-hearted shrug. But she just laughed, blushing a little bit. That galvanized me and suddenly there were words coming out of my mouth. “Would madame like a massage?” I said cornily, with an over the top accent as I hugged her tightly to me. That way she could say no and it wouldn’t be awkward. Just more joking between friends.
…friends who were naked and in a tub together.
I waited for her answer, kissing her shoulder playfully so I wouldn’t just be staring at the back of her head. I wasn’t sure when she had faced forward again, but when she turned to glance at me once more, her smile so beautiful in the pale lighting of the bathroom. “Yes, Please, sir.” She responded in an equally posh accent before sitting forward again.
Thank God.
I went to task, rubbing her shoulders first and her neck, her pleased moans making it even harder for me to contain myself. I made my way down the sides of her spine first, making sure to get rid of any tension she was holding on to, working my way all the way down to her tail bone. Visions danced through my head of her against the wall, my fingers squeezing into her plump bottom. I shook it off and continued massaging, not wanting her to think that sex was all I wanted from her. No, it felt much more than that…at least to me. I had never completely lost sight of my feelings for her.
As I made my way back up to her shoulders, her hands peeked over and grabbed mine, kissing them lightly. The tender gesture causing my heart to swell. Maybe everything would be okay after all. Maybe I was wrong and while things would never be the same, maybe we were on our way to something new. And maybe pigs would fly.
But aviating swine or not, she took my hands and pulled them around her arms. And to my surprise, guided them towards her breasts. She leaned back into me, those soft mounds uncovered slightly, and I didn’t need any more coaxing to figure out what she wanted.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, using my fingertips to gently tweak her nipples. There was such a solid weight to them, as soft and pillowy as they were. I loved the feel of them in my hand and my mouth went to work on the back of her neck as I worked. I seemed to be doing well enough, as her breathing turned deep and shuddering, little pants sneaking out every so often. I love it when she made little sounds like that. Precious little noises that encouraged me to keep going, to coax out more and more of them until her cute voice was hoarse.
That thought made it hard not to buck up into her, not to seek out her heat and bury myself in her warmth right then and there. But I had a job to do, and that job was a massage.
So, I kneaded her breasts, switching between that and playing with those dusky little buds of hers so she couldn’t get used to one or the other. She shifted in response, my lips losing their spot as she leaned her head back against me.
Her face was suddenly visible, and the expression across her pretty features almost did me in right then and there. I could see she was biting her lip and trying to keep quiet, her cheeks flushed from both me and the bath water. There was the tiniest of furrows to her forehead, and if we were in a different position I would have kissed it away.
But I couldn’t, considering how I was sitting, so I kept going, using my hands to her desire, winding her up, keying her body higher and higher until… until what? I both knew and didn’t know at all. What was the woman doing to me?
I didn’t mind, really. Being drunk on her was a rush that I would never complain about. After she let out one particularly heady moan, I slid a hand slowly down to her naked thigh, loving how the soap made her so slippery under my fingers, only for her to sit up quickly, panicked and sending water sloshing over the sides.
Fuck! I had messed it up again! It felt like cold water drenched my soul as I froze in place. “I’m sorry,” I tried to say calmly, “I just thought…”Dammit, I had taken it too far again, hadn’t I? I never knew when to quit!
“No, no it’s just…” she was shivering slightly and I couldn’t think of a single thing that cou
ld excuse me making her so upset. “It’s the scars… They’re u-ugly.” She sighed, hanging her head almost in shame.
Oh.
Well that wasn’t going to do at all.
“Gwen, sweetie, look at me,” I murmured, voice pitched low and soothing. Because that was what she needed. Comfort, warm and pure and honest. She needed to know that she was an outright goddess and I was privileged to look at her, to hold her.
It took several beats, but slowly, oh so slowly, she turned toward me. Carefully, always moving slowly, I leaned forward until I could I kiss her, sliding my hand back down and letting my fingering trail the rough surface of her leg.
Beaten and battered, she had been through so much, and even then she was beautiful. “All of you is beautiful.” I whispered, and she kissed me hard and deeply, almost taking my breath away. “These are just proof of how unstoppable you are. The world turned inside out and chomped down on you, but you just flipped it the finger and kept on fighting.” I let my long fingers trace the lines of them, the crisscrossing raised flesh. “These are legends, history that should be remembered and worshipped.”
She huffed and I was acutely aware of the disbelieving look in her eyes. Clicking my tongue, I kissed her harder, continuing to massage her scarred thigh.
“You doubt me? Have you looked at me?” With my other hand, I took hers and pressed it to my still insistent erection. “I am so wholly affected by you that sometimes there isn’t room for anything else in my brain. You are a vision, and you drive me crazy.” Her breath hitched at that, and I took it as a cue for my other hand to gently set to work against one of her nipples. She let out a wrecked, appreciative sound, so I took that to heart, sliding my hand down past her thigh, finding my way back to entrance, letting my fingers slide against it to see how much of our coupling was left despite the water all around us. “Oh God, Link,” she whimpered softly; her skin speckled with goosebumps from the feeling of my touch. “Mmmmm…fuck…keep going. Please, keep going,” she plead as I played with her slowly. As I continued, she began bucking against my finger, my engorged member slipping up to be caught between us.
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