Was it even avoidable at this point?

“Whatever happened, I can handle it.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head.  She didn’t know what she was asking, and I wasn’t even sure that I could handle it.  Figuring she was as likely as any chick to respond to a little emotion, I went with delay tactics.

“I…I can’t, Lia,” I pleaded to her eyes for understanding. “I…I want to, but not yet.  I can’t do it yet.”

Her fingers brushed over my jaw.

“All right,” she said quietly.  “I can wait, but not forever.”

Mission accomplished though there was no telling how long I could hold her off.  For now, I just needed to keep her occupied with other things.

“Thank you,” I whispered against her ear, then moved down her throat.  I slid my fingers up her sides, wrapped them in the hem of her shirt, and pulled it up and over her head.  My mouth moved down to kiss the tops of her breasts as I reached around and unhooked her bra.

Her fingers grabbed at my belt and the buttons of my fatigues, then pushed them off my hips as I discarded my shirt and then her skirt.  I picked her up, took three steps toward the bed, and tossed her in the middle of it.

I was on her a second later, pushing her legs apart to give me access to the Mecca of all pussies.  I found her first with my fingers—I still felt a little bad about how quickly I’d taken her the last time—and explored between her outer lips.  I slowly inserted my middle finger inside of her, curling it slightly as she arched her back to me. With my thumb rubbing circles around her clit, I felt her body slicken and ready for me.

With my free hand, I pushed her leg out and up, spreading her a little more and giving me both optimum position and optimum view.  I slid another finger inside of her, moved them both back and forth for a moment, and then pulled them out and ran them up over her clit.

Lia’s hands reached down, and her fingers locked around my forearms with some kind of death grip.  I took it as an invitation, and with my cock in my hand, I closed in on my target and thrust forward.  Lia gasped, and her legs jumped as I bottomed out, balls-deep inside of her.

Her arms dropped to her sides, and she pushed her palms against the bed as she arched her hips with a moan.  I wrapped my arms around her legs for a better grip and began thrusting quickly into her as my eyes locked with hers.

So beautiful.  So perfect.

I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, biting down gently on it until her hands wrapped around my head.  I sucked it farther into my mouth, and my tongue ran over the edge in a circle.  I switched to the other one, nuzzling it lightly with my nose before I took it between my lips.

Lia moved her hands to the sides of my face and pulled me up for a kiss.  Our tongues met, caressed, tasted, and felt as I thrust into her with my cock.  I felt her hips press up against me with every downward movement, and it was like Christmas morning.

I wanted more.

“I want to watch that backside while I’m fucking you,” I told her as I pulled back, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her over on her stomach.  “Get that ass up and spread those legs.”

“Jesus, Evan.”  Lia breathed heavily as her forehead pressed into the mattress.   She complied, pulled her knees up close to her body, and moved them apart.

“That’s it,” I murmured.  My hands ran up the backs of her toned thighs and up over her rounded ass.  I didn’t think I’d ever seen an ass as perfect as hers, and as much as I wanted to spread her cheeks and find out just how it felt, my cock played divining rod and moved straight to her pussy.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft and rubbed the head up and down a few times before pushing back into her with a grunt.  Lia turned her head to the side and reached up with her hands to grip the sheets.

“Better hold on tight,” I advised.  I leaned forward over her back, kissed her spine, then pulled back and slammed into her again.

She gasped, and her fingers tightened around the sheet as I started a hard, fast pace.  I nearly pulled out with every stroke and rammed into her so hard she had to tense her thighs and ass to stay up on her knees.

Just what I wanted—to watch her ass squeeze and tighten as I fucked her.  I swallowed and gripped her hips as I kept up my furious movements, and Lia began to cry out with each thrust.

“You love that, don’t you?” I growled.  “Being hammered by my cock…you must think you’re in…fucking…heaven.”

Punctuation by cock thrust—the very best kind.

Her moans were the only response I heard and the only encouragement I needed.  Tightening my own ass muscles, I rocked my hips against her over and over again.  My legs were threatening to give out on me, but I wasn’t about to let them.  With closed eyes, I leaned over her again, and sweat dripped from my brow to her back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered against her neck as I slowed down to keep myself from coming too quickly.  “I can’t get enough of you…will never have enough of you.”

“Evan!” Lia cried, and I felt her ass shake and her body clench around me as I shoved into her and held myself there, rotating my hips a little as she cried out again.  Her moans quieted as her legs gave out and dropped her to the mattress, making my cock pop right out of her in the process.

“No way,” I told her.  “I’m not done with you yet.”

I pushed her legs farther apart with my knees as my hand reached between her thighs.  I fucked her slowly with two fingers until she was writhing under me, then positioned my cock back at her entrance and thrust forward.

It wasn’t an easy position for deep penetration, but her body was wrapped around my cock, and I still had a fabulous view of her luscious ass, so I didn’t care.  I fucked her with short, quick strokes as my balls began to tighten and throb.  The buildup was as intense as it had been against the brick wall between the office buildings.

“Oh, shit…yeah…” I poured into her as I accented my own grunts with powerful, fast thrusts until my cock ran dry.  Unable to move any more, I collapsed on top of her and panted hot breath on her shoulder.

Several minutes later, I regained enough composure to kiss her neck and then get my weight off of her.  She shuddered as our bodies parted, then rolled to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You’re going to kill me,” she whispered.

I tensed.

Her tone was benign and joking, but her words still sent a ripple of terror through me.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“Fuck, no!” she replied with a laugh.  “You’re…you’re fantastic.”

I let a breath out through my nose and tightened my hold on her.  Closing my eyes for a minute, I tried to shake away images of blood and splattered brains and concentrate instead on the woman in my arms.  Her fingers crawled up my neck and cupped my face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said automatically.  “I’m just…still a little tired.  I think I could really use a shower.”

“I have one of those.”  Lia smiled.

The shower felt wonderful, even if it was one of those tiny little stalls with barely enough room to turn around.  It was still better than a group shower in prison.  Before I had managed to wash the soap off, Lia joined me.  I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass, so I grabbed her by the thighs, held her against the cheap shower wall, and fucked her again.

Much better than prison.

We had to take another shower to clean off.

Lia had the makings for sandwiches in her mini-fridge, and I devoured two of them quickly.

“Hungry?” she asked, amused.

“Do you have any idea how much prison food sucks?” I asked with a grin.  “These are fucking awesome.”

She giggled, and my cock responded.  I polished off the last couple of bites and then crawled over to where she sat and thanked her with my mouth.  I took her again on the floor and then let her change into pajamas, which she wore just long enough to get into the bed before I tore them off and tossed them across the room.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Sometime around midnight, I started to feel tired.  It didn’t make any difference though.  My body continued to demand more of hers.

My mouth pressed against her stomach as my hand moved up her side.  With a light touch, I brushed over the tops of both her breasts as I kissed up the center of her body.

“Again?” Lia giggled.  “Do you ever run out of energy?”

“Eventually,” I admitted. “Fucking you just makes me want more though.  I'm trying to see if I can make it to round six before I pass out.”

“I'm going to be sore,” she said.

I maneuvered over the top of her, nudged her legs apart with my knee, and looked down into her eyes.

“Does that mean you'll feel it all day tomorrow—feel it constantly, no matter what you’re doing, and think about my cock inside you every minute you’re awake?”

Lia's breath quickened, and she stared up at me for a moment before she swallowed hard and nodded her head.

“Probably.”

“Good.”  I wrapped my hand around my shaft and drilled into her.

I felt whole again.

It felt too good to last.

* * *

I woke up in ecstasy.

At first I thought I had to be dreaming, but I quickly remembered that my dreams were never so pleasant.  The feeling through my skin, my muscles—my entire body—was like lying in a cool meadow with the springtime sun blanketing me.  My mind was relaxed and calm in a way it hadn’t been in years.  There was only one word to describe it.