“Hey,” he protested at first until she began to ride. “Fuck, woman.” His groan sounding erotic, when he sat up and wrapped his arms around the front of her she feared her heart would explode. Rolling to the right, they laid side by side allowing him room to maneuver as he braced his hand on her hip and pounded her sex.
Spots turned into stars as the orgasm crept through her body, her nerves ticking off as if a rock had been moved and now water could flow through a creek bed.
“I want it,” Onyx growled in her ear. His thrust hard and fast. “I want it all Sarah.”
Her name. The one she tossed away so many years ago and never wanted to hear on another man’s lips flowed as if a symphony was reaching a crescendo. She knew what he wanted, but this was more than pleasure he was seeking. They were becoming more than ports in a storm, holding on to an anchor each needed.
“Take it,” she cried, bracing herself for the shift, so slight in location and yet a sweet sting of pleasure followed as the tight ring of her ass widened. His cock wet from her arousal finding only the slightest resistance as she bit on the pillow in front of her until he was fully inside her.
The stretch turning into orgasmic delight as he stroked slowly. Not pulling out, just allowing enough movement to send her mind tripping and body reaching heights never seen before. His deep voice now took over every part of her being, as he informed her when his cock pulsed against the constricting walls of her ass, “Every part of you is mine.”
Onyx watched as Topaz cleaned herself, she left the door to the bathroom open and shower curtain pulled back, her body still trembling. Legs wobbly in a way. This was a quick wash up, one that had her bringing a cloth to clean him again, then covering him with a towel.
“Just to be clear, it goes both ways,” she said as she ruffled her hair with a towel to dry it.
“What does?”
Her finger wagged from his head to his toes, then came back her finger spinning around what he assumed was his hips. “All this is mine.”
“Lay with me,” he said as he lifted himself up, propping his shoulder against her padded headboard. “We can both explore our new property.”
“I can’t,” she said as she moved around the room, popping in and out of her closet a few times before slipping on a pair of panties, cut off shorts and a tank. All of it clinging to her body.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“We could spend the rest of the day, night, tomorrow, next week, fuck it lets make it a month. I think I have some fun size Snickers that will see us through from my Easter basket.” Slipping on a pair of sneakers, she crawled on the bed close enough to kiss him, but made sure to get away before he could catch her. “But you need Red to look at your leg.”
“It’s fine,” he said a bit more curtly than she deserved. “A Band-aid. Little more of your lovin’ and I’m sure I’ll be right by morning.” Cold shifted over his body as he reached for the comforter to cover his bottom half only to have Topaz catch it and pull it back before sitting next to him on the bed.
“I finally have you Dallas,” she said, stroking his cheek then trailing her fingers down the center of his chest. “Last thing I want is to lose you to your stubbornness. My own has already cost us time.”
“Maybe it was the time we needed,” he said as her hand glided over his thigh.
“This is burning my hand.”
His jaw ticked, not wanting to admit the pain he was in, or the fact he did feel a bit weak. “I already had an infection. I’m sure Glen and Stimpy thought the pills in my pocket were oxy or something and downed them.”
“Red,” she snipped.
“Or what?”
“You’re parking on the street until you do.”
“Ten minutes as my Ol’ Lady and you’re shutting me down like we’ve been married thirty years.”
“You won’t make it thirty years if you don’t get that leg tended to.” Her arms were crossed as she stood, giving him no quarter.
“Fine,” he grumbled, this time pulling the cover over because he was a bit cold, but he chose to cover only his waist and half his stomach.
Topaz left the room and he crossed his arms.
He turned in the bed. Sitting up with his foot on the floor. He’d have to crawl to get all his parts and get away. His head swam a bit and he figured there were worse things than having a woman demand he take care of himself. She could have— he looked around the room, he swore his leg had been on the bed. The sex got a little aggressive, maybe it fell. Bending, he reached under the bed. Moving toward the end, he continued the search until he was completely around the bed. His eyes shifted as anger spiked in more than his heart.
By the time Topaz opened the door with Red carrying a medical bag behind her, helplessness tripped off through every inch of him. Years of suppression, not helping the man who’d spent a day being strung up and beaten. Tied. Watching the woman he was growing to love curled in a ball, destroyed at the vision of him.
“Where is it?” he snapped the moment she stepped in the room. “It’s not a fucking joke Topaz. You don’t fuck—”
“With your way to sneak out of the room easily,” she bit back. Meeting his anger with strength. “You think I’m gonna let you die when all you need is a big shot of penicillin in your ass, then you have another think coming
