He adjusted his body, holding himself up by his arms as he looked down on me. He ground his hips into mine, making me groan as my pussy began to convulse.
“Come on my dick and take me over with you.” He withdrew and slid in again, slow, so torturously slow.
“More. Faster.” I gripped his ass with my hands urging him on.
“Like this?” He withdrew, pumped in, and withdrew again.
“Yes. More.” I was aware that he was watching me, which was a little embarrassing, but also, erotic.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re turned on, Petal.” He moved in and out. “And when you come, that’s so fucking beautiful too.”
“Cy.” It was all I could say as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in my center.
“That’s right baby…enjoy it. Enjoy me making love to you.” He thrust in harder. “I feel your pussy, Petal…you’re burning my dick up.” He growled. “Fuck…I’m there…”
He started thrusting harder and faster and I held on to him as I neared the edge, teetered and then with his final plunge, he sent me soaring into the stratosphere.
“Cy! Yes…oh God…so good.”
He groaned, pumping and pumping and then he cried out and warmth filled my body. After the peak, we continued to move, slower and slower until finally, he collapsed on me.
He rolled me and pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. “Santa was so fucking good to me this year.”
I laughed. But as I lay there, I realized there was still so much unknown. Cy was in Chicago now. How was this going to work?
“Ah Petal…Your worry crease is between your brows. What’s wrong baby?”
I nestled close to him, pressing my hand on his chest feeling the beat of his heart. “I’m just wondering how this is going to work. I could move to Chicago—”
“We’re coming to Bismarck. Me and my mom.”
I looked up at him.
He kissed my forehead. “It will be a few months. Mom has her second phase of treatment until February or March, but then if all is okay, she’ll move here and do her maintenance phase here. At least that’s what we’re hoping. It could be she flies back for that. But the plan now is to move here.”
His words stole my breath. He and his mom were moving her so we could all be a family. “I can’t believe she’s doing that.”
“As Lora said, my mom would move to Timbuktu to be with her grandchild.”
“She said that?” I didn’t feel like Lora was a mean person, but I hadn’t gotten the vibe that she was supportive of me and Cy either.
“She did. When she told me that you loved me.”
I arched a brow.
“According to my mother, who said the same thing, it was as plain as the nose on your face.” He grinned.
“It was obvious to everyone but you?”
He looked chagrined. “Yes. But in my defense, I was clueless that I was in love with you too.” His hand gently rubbed my back. It had a lulling effect. “We’ll be okay, Petal. Somehow we’ll make it all work out.”
I must have fallen asleep. I woke with Cy’s hands caressing me. “Petal?”
“Hmm?” What a wonderful way to wake up.
“We have to get up if we’re going to make the flight.”
Darn it. I thought he was going to make love to me again. But then I remembered he was moving her and we’d have many nights and mornings to make love.