Page 28 of The Call She Made That He Never Answered
I locked my arms around her, fingers diving under her nightie, kneading her breast hard, circling the flesh. Her nipple peaked. For me.
"Angry?" My lips brushed her ear.
"You—" A soft moan escaped, laced with lingering annoyance. "Don't treat me like a whore, only hot for me in bed."
Like a thousand butterflies exploded in my chest, wings flapping wildly.
"Even if you were, you'd be mine alone."
I stared at her parted lips, pink tongue peeking, and couldn't hold back. I crushed my mouth to hers.
It'd been too long without fucking her. That's why the insecurity. Actions beat words.
She gasped into the kiss, struggles fading, hands pulling me closer.
She needed me. Grinning inside, I deepened it, tongue delving to her root, sucking her saliva greedily. Mint lingered in her mouth.
Fucking amazing.
She moaned softly, vibrations hitting my cock. Tongues tangled, bodies fused, heat spiking.
"Ella, spread your legs."
My free hand flipped the silk, bunching her nightgown up, exposing everything below. I pried her knees apart, fingers digging into slick thigh flesh, the give driving me wilder.
But sliding down her legs, my fingers hit rough, uneven patches.
Scabs. On both knees.
Lust hitched. I looked down in the dim light. Dark red scars stood out stark.
I stopped.
"How'd you get hurt?"
Ella's eyes were glazed from the kiss, clear gaze now misty, lips parted as she panted. Dazed, eyelids heavy.
"Be careful from now on."
I chuckled, slipping off her panties, fingers probing her slick folds. She was soaked, pussy like a greedy swamp, sucking me in. A slight push, and her legs clamped, moans turning urgent.
"Three days ago, Vivian and I were racing to make time, hit two hundred miles an hour..."
Fingers twisted along her inner walls, hot fluids pooling fast.
"A semi came head-on, thought I was done for..."
"Her again..." Ella shuddered hard.
She yanked back, pussy pulling away, slipping from my hold.
I stared, confused.
She panted, cheeks flushed with unmet need. But her eyes iced over in a blink. In the shadows, her pupils turned dark and empty, no light getting in.
That look panicked me.
I'd mentioned the crash casually, to spice up the sex. Usually, any danger story made her tense up. Even mid-fuck, her walls would clamp my tongue or cock tight. She loved me that much, couldn't lose me. She'd grill me, check for injuries, and inspect my scars like fragile treasure.
