Page 78 of Good Time Boyfriend
It was hard to breathe when she was in the room, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I wanted her, and she wanted me.
“Heath,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open.
“There’s my girl.”
She smiled softly. “There’s my boyfriend,” she teased.
I chuckled, the sound rusty. There hadn’t been much laughing when I was so fucking scared that I would lose her. And not just from the accident, but from my own stupidity.
She must have read my thoughts, because she looked up at me and cupped my face. My beard was rough against her palm, and I knew I should shave. Especially with how I wanted to touch her. But I couldn’t move, not when she looked at me like that.
“We’re safe, Heath.”
“Are we, girlfriend?” I asked, teasing.
“Yes, boyfriend. We’re safe. I love you.”
“I love you, too. But I’m never going to get the look of you in that hospital bed out of my mind.”
“But I’m safe. So kiss me, make love to me. And then we’ll deal with everything else.”
“Well, since you asked so sweetly.”
I smiled, then took her lips with mine.
My fingers delved between her folds, needing to touch her, wanting her. I slowly, oh so slowly pressed a finger deep inside her. She arched in the bed, achingly soft, achingly sweet.
“That’s my girl.”
“Heath,” she murmured before she reached down and took me in hand.
I groaned, practically bucking into her hold. But I kept steady and didn’t come right there.
It was damn hard. Not with that perfect touch of hers. But I would hold on, because I had to. Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have her coming around me. And I needed to feel that sweet cunt around my cock.
I quickly counted to ten and reminded myself that I could hold on a bit longer.
We explored each other gently, my thumb over her clit as we kissed, touched, trying to send each other over the edge. And when her mouth parted against mine, a quiet gasp escaping, I smiled and felt her come over my hand.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, the phrase sounding like one word.
I kept playing with her, sliding my fingers over her, and then down between her cheeks, pressing my finger against her ass. Just to tease. We would be gentle, because I would always be gentle with her, even when we went a bit harder.
We moved, and I settled between her thighs. Her legs cradled me, as if I was always meant to be there.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Funny. I was going to say the same about you.”
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth.
She smiled up at me. “I love you, too. Always.”
I entered her with a soft stroke, and then a harder one. She met me thrust for thrust. She was so tight, so hot, so wet, it was all I could do not to pound into her. But I held back, only because I knew she wanted us to take our time. She wanted to set the pace, though I was the one who usually thought I was in control. No, it was always Devney. Always my Devney.
When she came again, shouting my name this time, I rolled to my back and let her ride me, let her arch over me as her breasts bounced.
We kept moving, kept touching and kissing. And then we shifted again, this time with her on her knees, hand on the wall, as I pounded into her from behind. My fingers found her clit, the moves a little rougher, a little more aggressive. A little more everything.
