Whispered Prayers of a Girl

Ending the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers and push my hips forward. Even through our jeans, I feel the warmth of her. Her eyes blaze hot as I start a slow grinding rhythm.

“Alexander,” she moans, and digs her fingers into my shoulders.

I have no plans to let this go all the way, but the sound of her pleading voice saying my name is nearly my undoing.

“You’re driving me crazy, Gwen,” I growl softly. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

I put one hand down by her head and use the other to lift her leg higher. I’m desperate to feel her skin against mine, but I know if I shed our clothes, there’s no way I would be able to stop from taking her. I have no idea what the future holds for us, but one thing I know for sure is that I want her more than my next breath.

This… thing building between us only gets stronger the more I’m around her. My mind wages a war with itself. Part of me demands I let go and allow myself the freedom to pursue a relationship with her, but another part says I’m not good enough for her and her kids. I don’t know which is more dominant, but I do know which I want to win the battle. I’ve been alone for so long, and I don’t want to be anymore. I haven’t felt the softness of a woman in over four years, and I miss it. I don’t want Gwen because she’s the first woman I’ve wanted since Clara died, but because she’s the first woman I’ve actually enjoyed being around since then. It’s not just her body I desire, but her mind and soul as well.

Her nails rake down my back gently, sending goose bumps over my flesh. It spikes my need for her, and I trail my fingers up her side and under her shirt. Her hiss of pleasure shoots straight to my already rock-hard cock, causing it to pulse in my jeans. I press myself against her harder, earning myself another breathless moan.

My hand slips up higher until I reach the underside of her breasts. The soft material touches the tips of my fingers, and they itch to travel higher. I look into Gwen’s eyes, silently asking for permission.

“Please,” she whimpers, and I almost lose it.

Her hips shift restlessly below me, causing her pussy to rub against my aching erection.

“You gotta stop moving, Gwen,” I groan against her neck, then take little nibble along the flesh.

“I need….” She trails off, but there’s no need to finish her sentence. I know exactly what she needs, because it matches my own.

“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you,” I tell her hoarsely.

I lift the bottom of her bra and tug it upward until her breast falls free. I cup the plump softness with gentle hands and give it a squeeze. She feels so fucking perfect in my palm. She must feel the same because she releases a small cry of pleasure the second I touch her. I pinch her nipple and roll it between my fingers, keeping my eyes on her face as I do so. Her bottom lip is between her teeth and her brows are slashed downward as she drowns in sexual bliss.

My eyes drop to her breast, and the sight of her creamy flesh and rose-colored nipple makes my mouth water. Unable to deny the need to taste her, I take the tip in my mouth. Her eyes were closed, but as soon as she feels my warm tongue, they pop open and stare down at me. I hold her gaze as I suck on her and flick my tongue back and forth across the tip. Her hand goes back to my hair and gives it a tug. Not to push me away, but to pull me closer.

I drop my other arm to an elbow, laying more of my bottom half against her. I release her nipple and push up her top and bra on the other side, exposing her other breast. I give it the same treatment, the delicious taste of her making my cock even more impossibly hard.

I groan against her breast, knowing it’s sending vibrations through her. Her head tips back and she releases a husky moan.

I drop her nipple from my mouth, then take her lips again. My hips start to grind harder against her. I feel like I’m going to explode at any minute, but I refuse to let myself find relief. I need to know she’s found hers before I can let go.

Ending the kiss, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and rain soft kisses there, never letting up on the steady rhythm of my strokes against her pussy. Her moans become cries and her teeth sink into the flesh on my shoulder. The bite stings, but spurs me on more. I wrap my arm under her ass and lift her hips up higher.

All of a sudden, she throws her head back and releases a throaty cry. I grunt when her nails dig into my lower back as her release completely consumes her. Her body tenses below me, locking her legs even tighter around me. I feel my own release start at the base of my cock, the pleasure so intense that it leaves me dizzy.

I push my hips further into her, wishing our clothes were gone and I could feel her pussy clamping down around me.

Sparks run down my shaft and the tip of my cock tingles as the first jets of cum shoot from me, coating the insides of my jeans.

I drop my chest down to Gwen’s and shove my face back into her neck. Her shirt and bra are still pulled up, so her naked breasts rub against my chest. My spent cock twitches, but I force the renewed need away.

I breathe in her delicious vanilla scent as I try to catch my breath. Her heated breath on my cheek says she’s doing the same.

Now that the moment is over, reality settles back in. Shame for how I just rutted against her and guilt for the disregard of what yesterday was has my stomach sinking to my toes. Gwen deserves so much more than a dirty orgasm inside our clothes. She should be worshiped and cherished and loved properly. And Clara and Rayne’s memory deserves more respect than a passing thought.

I pull back and stare down at her. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks are flushed. She looks incredibly sexy, but still manages to appear innoce

nt.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.”

She frowns and drops her chin to her chest, effectively disconnecting us. I feel like an ass because I immediately know where her thoughts go, and it’s the furthest from the truth.

I grab her chin and make her look at me again.