“I’m sorry I hurt you Ava”
“I’m sorry you got hurt”
The words are hard, I think we both know they’re not enough. There’s so much more we need to say and can’t. We sit silently for a moment, the kiss still wet on our lips. What else is left for me to do but kiss you again?
Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it, I know. Apologizing isn’t something I do. Hell, I never wanted to, before now. I’ve never really been sorry. When I’ve hurt anyone else, I meant to hurt them. Now I can’t think of anything better to say than sorry. If it was anyone else, I’d probably be pretty pissed off at even the thought of it. But it’s you. Sorry isn’t enough.
I kiss you carefully. I don’t look at your black eye, I can’t. I’m just glad you don’t hate me for it.
Your scent changes, and you shift in my lap. I don’t know how I could manage to forget a thing like that, but you have nothing on under that blanket, and you just let it drop.
I try to move, and you won’t let me, pushing me, with your good arm, back against the wall of the berth. You slip into my lap, as I hold your hip, you can’t steady yourself with your right arm. Your left pulls at my nipple, slowly, slides under my shirt. Your wet heat soaks through my pants. I regret getting dressed, you’re close enough that I could slide in easily.
“I can’t do it myself, take your shirt off ,Riddick.”
Lifting to take my shirt off presses you deeper into me, and I bite my lip, trying not to moan. You lean forward, biting my neck. Your thumb lazily stroking my nipple. Your perfect breasts press into my chest, your nipples hard.
I can feel your heart race, as you make small circles with your hips, sliding yourself slowly over a growing wet spot, right over my head. I don’t want you to stop, but I need to touch you. You gasp against my neck as I slide my hand up your wet thighs, slide around one perfect wet lip. I cup you hard enough to pull you up off my lap, so you’re kneeling over me. One hand on my penis to stifle the ache, the other slides over your clitoris, making you whimper.
Bury myself in your breasts, take your nipple between my teeth, pulling gently. Your clitoris hardens, the sensitivity making you pull back. I slide my hand back a little, slipping easily deep inside. Back and forth, slowly, along the ridged underside, pressing at the most sensitive spot in you, deep at the back.
Let go of your nipple, to watch your face, your eyes closed, lips parted, a moan at every thrust. Your hand reaches down to stroke yourself, more gently than I could. Your back arches, at pleasure inside and out, your breath in short gasps.
The flutter begins deep,clench and release, clench and release, so quick. You press hard on your clitoris, gasping, my hand soaked, as you spray me, and even then, you aren’t still inside, as small aftershocks continue to make you flutter.
Your thighs are shaking, and I slide out of the warm wet of you. Quickly undo my pants, push them out of the way. I’m hard enough to hurt, a screaming ache, even my own hand making me jump. Slide over your lip, straining to wait as long as I can, before you slide deep, crying out like an animal.
Grit my teeth, breathe, hold onto your hips, as you slide over me, almost all of the way out, before sinking deep again. It’s almost pain, everything in me clenched, as you ride me, pinned beneath you.
Without withdrawing, force you back, holding your left arm, so you don’t fall, back onto the bed. You’re wet enough that I can be rougher, knowing I won’t hurt you. Deeper and harder, your hips rising up to meet me.
The animal is back in you. I don’t know who’s louder, you or me, both of us have let go completely. Your cries sharpen as I feel the deep flutter within you again. My belly is a pit of fire, everything hurting, exploding, trying to find the strength for one last drive into you, wanting it to last longer but needing release.
Bury my face in your neck, listen to your pulse in my ear. Hold you as close as I can.