Page 29 of Coyote
Fuck, what was this woman doing to me?
I carefully lifted her up and helped her seat herself on my cock. She leaned back slightly and put her hands on my legs. I lifted her and back down, trying to be careful with her, like I promised.
She sat up, got her knees under her and started riding me much rougher than I would have, considering we had been pretty wild last night I thought she’d want to take it easier today, but Bethany didn’t care. She took what she wanted from me. And I proudly let her. The sight of her riding my cock as her breasts bounced was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I ran both hands up her stomach to cup her heavy breasts before playing with her nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers. She moaned in response and lost the rhythm of her movements for a few seconds.
“Morning sex is the best with you, Bethany. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this extra treat for all the world. Look at you, all glorious in the daylight.”
Her face lit up. “I don’t think of it extra, more like part of the whole package.”
God this woman made me so fucking happy. Nothing else even compared.
When she turned around and started riding me reverse cowgirl, it took me by surprise. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she did something unpredictable. It’s only that because we never once used this position. “God, you feel so fucking amazing.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, I saw her blush as she replied. “You too. I love that your bed is a judgement free zone. I feel like I can tell you anything.”
When she started to run out of steam, I switched it up and took over. Each thrust of my hips forced my cock into her tight pussy. I forced her to go slow and steady. Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist. She jerked me forward with her legs on each thrust. It was her way of chastising me for not giving her the nice hard fuck she wanted. Instead of fighting with her physically, I plunged into her hard and fast, just the way she liked.
It took me a few more rough strokes for her to come all over my cock and for me to shoot my load. I spewed so hard my balls felt empty and aching. Only Bethany could do this to me.
We lay there, once again tangled in each other’s arms, letting the sweat we worked up cool on our bodies.
“I could stay in your bed for days and never get enough of you,” she whispered.
“You can have my cock any damn time you want it.”
Fuck, this was a woman after my own heart. She was so warm, open, and giving. I especially enjoyed how she told me exactly what she wanted. God knows, I wanted to give her everything she wanted, especially when it came to my cock.
I ran one hand though her hair and tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “Was it as good as you remember, querida?”
She nodded, looking up at me like I was the sexiest man alive. “Don’t worry you exceeded your own unreasonably high standards.”
“I’m glad. I couldn’t let you leave unsatisfied. If word got out, I’d be laughed out of the Dark Slayer’s clubhouse. My club brothers have zero respect for men who can’t keep their women happy.”
“You’re in no danger of that, babe. If I was your woman, I’d be over the moon.”
I wanted to tell her she was, she’d never stopped being my woman. But remembering my vow to take things slowly instead I just kissed her forehead.
We lay like that for a long time as we enjoyed the afterglow. I could feel her warm breath against my chest. The thought of her being over the moon at being mine, warmed me from the inside out. I wanted that more than anything else in the world.
I turned us on our sides, pulling her close. I felt her body relax as she fell asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I lay awake thinking of everything that happened since Bethany showed up at my house.
Glancing at the clock I realized we still had an hour left before she was supposed to be home. I decided to let her sleep fifteen more minutes before waking her up. God knows, I would prefer to not wake her up at all because the thought of our one magical date being over threatened to leave me grief stricken.
But I would never want to be the cause of Bethany letting her daughter down, so after fifteen minutes I gently shook her awake. Her face lit up when she realized that I’d been careful not to let her sleep so long she was late getting her back to her kid. In fact, she was so happy that I ended up getting a sweet kiss for my efforts.
“You ready to grab a shower, querida? I’m sure you don’t want anyone to know that you’ve been having dirty sex with a biker all night long.”
She rolled out of bed behind me and responded cheerfully, “I’d be proud if people thought you were my man. Unfortunately, neither of us has the time or energy to devote to a serious relationship right now. I’ve got work and Nessa to look after, and you’ve got your grand opening coming up next week.”
I turned on the shower and pulled out a stack of clean towels. “Speak for yourself, sweetheart, I’m a multitasker. I’m also the kind of man who makes room for what’s important to me. You definitely fall into that category. So, if you ever decide that you want to try again with me, I’m telling you right now that I’m there for it. You don’t even have to ask. Just let me know what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Oh wow, Lucas. You’re making me seriously consider things I have no business even hoping for after running out on you the way I did those years ago.”
I helped her into the shower and then stepped in behind her. “We already talked about that, Bethany. I understand you were distraught at the time because I didn’t do my job. I was a shitty protector and you ended up getting hurt by some asshole who never should have had his hands on you. I won’t be too surprised if you don’t trust me to protect you. It’s what I deserve really.”
Bethany tugged me around so she could look into my eyes. “I ran because I was messed up, not because of anything you did or didn’t do. Please don’t think you let me down. If anything, it was the other way around.”