Free Timeless Love by Karyn Gerrard Page B

gnashed. Holding back took
everything he had.
    Cathy moaned and lifted her hips and his cock
slid in deeper.
    "Wait..." Joey croaked.
    "I cannot!" She cried as she thrust her hips
upward taking him to the hilt. The air whooshed out of her lungs
and she bit her lip.
    "Damn it, I hurt you?"
    Cathy lifted her hand to his cheek and her
thumb brushed along his chin. "No, it was only a pinch. Do you know
how wonderful you feel inside me? It is as if you belong. As if I
have been waiting for you to be here with me like this all of my
life."
    Her words brought tears to his eyes. He
blinked them back. Yeah, real cool, crying while having sex. Joey took her hand, kissed it then laid it over his heart. His hips
began to move with a slow circular shift and then he pulled all the
way out. Cathy groaned as he slowly thrust back in. Reaching with
one hand to cup her ass, he angled her so each slide of his prick
stroked her swollen hard little nub. His instinct and his desire
roared for him to pound his cock hard and fast. He managed to find
a rhythm in his thrusts of measured control and tenderness yet
peppered with plenty of raw lust.
    Cathy wrapped those coltish legs around his
hips allowing him to go even deeper. The musky scent of sex
intermingled and surrounded them. Both were sweating from the
intensity of their desire. He had never felt this before. Ever. He held back, wanting them to peak together. Joey
recognized the signs and he knew Cathy was close. She cried out and
he let himself fly with her. They quaked together, shook and
shuddered. His long, husky animal growl didn't even sound like him.
Collapsing next to her, his arms gave out from the intensity of his
climax. He pulled her into his embrace and they lay for a long time
in each other's arms. It took a few moments to catch their
breath.
    "Is– is fornicating always this intensely
passionate?" Cathy asked between pants.
    No, it damned well wasn't. He laid her
head on his shoulder. "I may have exaggerated about the number of
women I have slept with. Maybe less than thirteen and most of them
were this past year."
    "Joey!"
    He shrugged. "Guess I didn't like being
compared to a rake."
    Her hand stroked his damp-from-sweat chest
hair. "I am sorry. I have made a few incorrect assumptions since I
arrived here. Why in the last year?"
    Joey said nothing for a moment. He stroked her
arm absently. "Guess I was lonely," he said sadly.
    ****
    Catherine's heart squeezed in pain from the
honesty of his words; he did not speak of just the last year. Joey
spoke of the entirety of his life. He had been letting his guard
down with her in slow increments. However, the gate was wide open
now. How could she even consider leaving this glorious man? The
prospect did not bear thinking about, not tonight.
    "And to answer your question, sex has never
been that intense for me. What we shared– I can't explain it," Joey
said.
    She was anxious to try again to see if they
could reach the same level of intensity or perhaps higher. She
looked down at Joey's cock. It was still quite large and he wore
the rubber object. Heavens . The sperm he talked about was
pooled at the tip of the condom. What a fascinating contraption.
Her fingers reached to pull it off and his cock jumped from her
touch causing her to squeal aloud.
    Joey laughed. His deep, sexy voice caused her
to quiver afresh with yearning. He pulled the rubber off and
dropped it in his basket for refuse.
    Truly, the male organ intrigued her.
Catherine's finger reached out to follow the prominent veins and
his cock grew larger in front of her eyes.
    "Go ahead, touch my cock and stroke me. Take
it in your fist. Grip it tight. You won't hurt me. Move your hand
up and down and make me come. It won't take much."
    How naughty. "Do you do this to
yourself? Do most men?"
    Her hand gripped him tight and Joey growled in
response.
    "Every chance we get." He moaned between his
clenched teeth. "It feels better when you touch me. Stroke me
faster."
    Catherine