Free Stealing Carmen by Gail Faulkner Page A

restraints, freeing her wrists. He slowly pulled her arms down. They shouldn’t be too sore since he’d spent most of the time massaging her, ensuring circulation to them. But he still needed to take care of that before he passed out.
     
    Rolling off her, he let his body pull him out of her. Carefully he removed the pillows from under her hips and dropped them on the floor. Gathering his exhausted woman into his side, he turned her under his arm and pulled one of her legs over his hip. Her head on his shoulder, he reached over and grasped the comforter from the other side of the bed and flicked it over them.
     
    The world went dark and they slept. The world was still dark when his eyes opened and he looked down at the woman on his shoulder. It was Carmen. Not a dream. Not some figment of his imagination. She was there—naked, wet and available.
     
    Gently he let her shift to her back. Her eyes opened as he moved over her. There was no talking. Her legs spread in welcome as she stared up at his face and his cock pushed into her slick cunt. She was wet. It was his cum, hers. Perhaps she felt what he did in this moment. It didn’t matter, her body was welcoming him and he needed her to know how much he wanted her.
     
    The fuck was slow for a few strokes as he greedily indulged in the tight clasp of her cunt. She was so fuckable. Then he simply took her. Fucking her hard. She shuddered around him and he came. His elbows on the bed beside her, he’d had her missionary but not missionary at all. No kissing, no foreplay. He’d fucked his submissive in the middle of the night because he wanted her. Because he couldn’t sleep with her in his arms and not take her sex.
     
    Rolling to the side he rearranged her in his arms, kissed the top of her head and went back to sleep. It was a deep, dreamless sleep.
     
    Again in the dark his thick cock slid into her. Lying on her side facing away from him, he’d elevated her leg over his arm. Long and hard he entered from behind and fucked in short, sharp strokes. He came quickly, jetting his seed into her as Carmen moaned. This time she was asleep before he finished arranging her so he rolled on his back and lifted her over him to sleep across his body, her legs bracketing his hips.
     
    The morning was winter white when Jack opened his eyes again. Carmen lay on him exactly where he’d put her. Warmth, sex, contentment wafted around him and a smile touched his face.
     
    He wanted her again. This time he resisted. She needed some care and it was his job to provide it. He’d taken her over and over in the night. She wouldn’t be able to walk today if he didn’t address that problem soon.
     
    Sliding out from under her body didn’t wake her. Patting her pink ass in satisfaction, Jack turned to the bathroom. There was little in the way of supplies in his half of the duplex but he did have all the items needed to assist in healing sore muscles. Shortly he was lifting his sleeping baby.
     
    Her eyes opened as her body was set down on the toilet. He held her, unsure if she was awake enough to stay on. Looking into her surprised eyes, he ordered, “Pee. I know you have to. It’s a natural thing, baby. If you’re awake enough to take care of it on your own, I’ll leave you to get some coffee. But you’d better be in that bath when I come back.” He indicated the steaming tub behind him.
     
    Carmen nodded mutely and Jack stood, gazed down at her a second and left. A few minutes later he returned to the bathroom and she was still sitting on the toilet.
     
    “I can’t move, Jack. I can’t get up.”
     
    “It’s okay,” he soothed. Putting the coffee mugs on the cabinet he scooped her up and lowered her into the steaming water. “This will help. The soreness will pass and you’ll feel better.”
     
    “What did you do to me last night?”
     
    Jack couldn’t resist using that moment to reach between her legs and spread her, his fingers massaging away the slick evidence