Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

He took an enormous breath. "You want…"
    "Yes, yes, yes, yes, do it, yes…"
    His hand disappeared from my thigh and then he was shoving into me. I cried out and let myself go lax, loosening my grip on the pillow and pressing my face into the sheet. I breathed slowly as he entered me. There was a tight burn and a painful stretch but I didn't care; I needed him to fill me, to own me, to make me alive again.
    "You…you listen…"
    "Yes…"
    He was buried in me. He hadn't bothered to take the briefs off, and he had only pulled them to the side; I could feel the cotton against my ass.
    "I did help…"
    My cock had softened when he first entered me, but now I was hard and leaking into the sheet.
    "Yes…"
    "I saved them…"
    He pulled back and slammed into me. It hurt, more than I thought it would, but there was pleasure, too. He did it again, and my cock jumped when he was buried in me.
    "You saved them…"
    He was fucking me hard, my ass slapping the front of his thighs, and I thought of how I must look to him, spread wide and begging and fucking him back. The thought made me fuck harder.
    He grunted and took my waist in his hands while he rammed me, his hands slipping in my sweat. "I am not weak…"
    "No, no, you're not…"
    "No…"
    "Mmm…"
    He bent over me and pressed his chest to my back, reaching around and grapping my cock roughly.
    "Y-You want it, you really, really want it-"
    "Yes-"
    My insides were clenching around him when he tried to pull out and I was close to losing it.
    "Do it faster," I mumbled. "W-With your hands, do it faster…"
    He did.
    "You want it more?"
    He was yanking on my cock with his whole hand while his own was buried in me. I shoved my ass back against him and gripped the sheets in my hands.
    "Yeah yeah I do I want it a lot more…"
    I only lasted through another three strokes.
    The smell of him and fire and smoke was all around me and inside me. He was hot and sweaty and his chest was pressed to my back and the hair on it scraped my skin and drove me higher. My cock was enveloped in the simultaneously rough and smooth surface of his hand and he fucked me in time with his strokes.
    It started deep inside me, somewhere behind and below my navel, a light fluttering that intensified and then spread through my groin. I closed my eyes and moaned long and low as it built, slow at first, then faster until it burst from cock.
    All the muscles I had tensed up and froze as my cum spilled into his hand and the bed beneath me. I cried out and kept fucking, desperate for more, for longer, for harder. He gave it to me, muttering and moaning words I couldn't understand.
    I was only just coming back to myself when I felt him spill inside me, hot and fast. His cry was louder than mine, much louder, and he slapped my thigh and pulled my hair while he came. He was inside me all the way to the base of his cock, and he rubbed my back and ass, moaning and talking until he was spent.
    He collapsed onto the bed beside me, eyes still closed. We lay there in the muted glow of the night light, our legs crossed and his hand on my forearm, like it had been in the hospital.
    "I…I'm glad," he whispered. He moved close to me, our faces inches apart. The fitted sheet had come loose, and our heads lay on the bare mattress.
    "Hmmm?" I was content, more so than I had been in years. His giant body pulled down his half of the mattress, and it caused me to slide toward him. I could get used to sliding toward someone at night , I thought.
    "I'm glad you're here."
    I closed the last of the gap between us and pressed my chest to his. The smell of smoke had lessened, somehow. "I'm glad I'm here, too." I passed my lips over his nipple. "I'm glad you came back for me."
    "I know I seem…difficult right now, but I swear, it's just the fire. So, do you…do you think you'll stay?" His hand made its way up my back and into my hair. "Until tomorrow, I mean?" he added.
    I leaned back until I could see his face. He looked down at me, and the uncertainty in his eyes flickered in the low light.
    "Yeah," I said. "I…I can't promise I won't be…difficult. But I can stay until tomorrow." I kissed him briefly on the lips. "And maybe the next day, too."
    THE END
    Author bio: I started writing in 2009 on a whim - I heard about a contest on an erotic writing website and thought, what the hell? It was the beginning of a rewarding and deeply satisfying period in my life; I began writing regularly for the site, and the feedback and