I relax, relax around me. And I think…
I think maybe…
Maybe I’ll be okay.
Leif slides his fingers into me, adding to the sensation, and I find myself right on the brink again…
So I let go.
I close my eyes, sink farther into the couch, and I let everything go.
Somehow I’m on my back now, my eyes still closed, when—
“Open your eyes, Kelly. Open your eyes and look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and there is Leif—his handsome face, his full lips, his searing blue eyes—hovering over me, his dick between my legs.
“You ready?” he asks.
“God, yes.”
He thrusts into me.
Even though I’m wet and sated from orgasms, he burns through me like his cock is on fire. Such a good burn. A fast burn.
And with that fire, he burns away all the horrid things that happened to me down there. He gives my body back to me.
And I let out a moan. A long slow moan.
“Leif…”
“God, baby, you are so fucking tight.”
He pulls out and pushes back in, and I feel the burn again. I relish the burn. I fucking love the burn.
In, out, in, out…
Slowly at first, and then he increases his speed, grunting over me, and I close my eyes—
“No. Those eyes, Kelly. They stay open. Watch me. Watch me fuck you.”
Again my eyes pop open, as if in obedience to his command.
I’m not an obedient type of girl, but damn…
So I watch. I watch him fuck me. I watch his eyes, and then I look between our bodies, watch his cock plunge in and out of me.
And again… The beauty of our joining erases all the negativity from that part of my body.
That’s why I wanted this. That’s why I need this.
“I want you to come again,” he growls. “Touch your clit if you have to, Kelly. Come again.”
But I don’t have to touch my clit. His pubic bone is doing that for me every time he thrusts inside me. And I’m on my way. I’m on my way—
“Yes!” I shout, as I implode once again, all my blood boiling through my veins and rushing straight to my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’re so hot, baby. God, I’m going to come. Going to come—” He grits his teeth. “Fuck, Kelly!”
He thrusts inside me so far that I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.
All I know is I can feel every pulse of his dick as I’m reeling from my own orgasm, and I feel burned. Heated. Scarred.
Scarred in a good way.
He burned all the evil from me. Everything that happened on that island is now gone.
And I’m new.
My body is new.
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LEIF
Damn.
Chalk it up to another exercise of bad judgment, but I can’t bring myself to be sorry. She’s freaking amazing. Being inside Kelly was…surreal.
I move off of her, as the couch is pretty narrow, and quickly dispose of the condom. When I return, she’s still lying with her eyes shut.
“Kelly?”
“Hmm?”
“Let me get you into bed.”
I sweep her into my arms, and carry her into her bedroom, where I lay her down on her bed. I cover her, and then I return to the living room and get my clothes on.
Then I check on her again. Her eyes are closed, and a soft snore escapes her throat.
“Kelly?”
No response.
I don’t want to leave her, but I don’t want to stay either. I could leave a note. Let her know I’m in my apartment if she needs me.
Strangely, I have an urge to climb in bed next to her and sleep beside her tonight.
But I can’t let that happen. I already let enough happen.
I gently nudge her on the shoulder. “Kelly?”
Nothing.
I nudge her harder. “Kelly.”
This time she sleepily opens her eyes. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I smile. “I’m going to go now, okay?”
“No. Please stay.”
Damn. Those are fighting words. She has no idea how much I want to stay, to sleep next to her, but as attracted as I am to her physically…
I can’t even finish the thought.
“I think it’s best if I go back to my own place.”
She harrumphs and turns away from me. “Fine then.”
“I’ll check in with you first thing tomorrow.”
“I start my new job tomorrow,” she mutters, still not looking at me.
“Right. I know. But you said that’s not until the evening shift.”
“No. But I’m fine.”
“Okay. I accept that. I’m still checking in on you tomorrow.” I kiss her ear. “Good night, Kelly.”
I leave her bedroom, close her door so that it’s slightly cracked.
I’m not sure I should leave. I’ve left her vulnerable, and maybe I should spend the night here at this place.
I lie down on the couch, wishing I could crawl into bed next to her and settle in. I pull a throw blanket over myself.
Nothing like a good climax inside a beautiful woman to relax me enough to get to sleep very quickly—even on a narrow couch.
“Wake up!”
I jerk my eyes open.
Kelly stands above me. As I wipe the blur out of my eyes, I see that she’s still naked.
Damn.
“What you still doing here?” she demands. “I thought you said you were leaving.”
A yawn splits my face. “I… I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
“You’ve told me before how safe I am here.”
“You are safe here. But we…”
“Fucked. We fucked, Leif.”
“Yeah. I guess we did.”
“You guess?”
“For God’s sake, Kelly, can you give me a minute to wake up?” I sit up on the couch, get my bearings. I hate sleeping in my clothes. It’s so uncomfortable. Normally I sleep in my underwear.
“You got any coffee?” I ask.
She grabs a pillow from a chair and attempts to cover herself. “I’m sure there’s plenty of coffee over at your place.”
“Then…do you have a robe?” I say angrily.
“This is my place. If I want to walk around naked, I will.”
I rake my fingers through my hair, which I’m sure is a mass of unruly blond waves. “What’s with the pillow then?”
I have no idea what else to say to her. She was so sweet last night, and she responded to me so completely when we made love. Now?
Old Kelly is back.
I don’t know why I expected anything different.
In fact, I didn’t expect anything different.
I stand, stretch my arms over my head. Then I amble into her kitchen.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demands.
“I’m going to make a pot of coffee, if that’s all right with you.”
As a matter of fact, that’s not all right with me.
I expect those words any minute.
But oddly, they don’t come. I find the coffee maker, root around for the grounds, and start a pot. Then I open the refrigerator.