Deal Breakers (Dealing with Love 1)

RILEY

FUCK. THERE IS NO better feeling in this world than when I’m inside this woman. I don’t know how I could ever get enough of this. Devyn’s pussy wraps around me like the most exquisite vise known to man. My arms are banded around her torso, pulling her back into my chest as I push up into her. I bury my face into the crook of her neck and place my hand over her heart. It’s beating rapidly despite our languid pace. I feel like I can’t get close enough—if I could shrink myself and crawl inside this woman forever I would. And I mean that in the non-creepiest way possible.

I’m setting the pace, slow and sweet, never wanting this feeling to end. Let’s be clear, I’m not normally a slow and sweet kind of guy. I like my sex filthy and sweaty until both partners are gasping for air. Making love is for pussies—literally. But like everything else, sex with Devyn is different. Better. Fucking glorious. I want to bawl like a goddamn baby from the pleasure she makes me feel.

“Oh, Rye,” she pants. “Please go faster.”

I pull out almost all the way just so I can slide back into her wet heat once again. Mother fuck. Devyn reaches behind me and scores her nails into my ass, urging me on. That familiar tingle begins stirring in my balls as she tightens her walls around me.

“Oh God, Dev. Your pussy is fucking magical,” I say as I pick up the pace. “Jesus.”

She laughs and begins moving her hips in time with mine. Our bodies slap together with savage desperation. The only sounds in the room are heavy breathing, the wet glide of our bodies connecting, and a litany of Oh Gods pouring from both of our mouths. And a light knocking sound. Where the fuck is that coming from?

Knock. Knock.

As the knocking gets more insistent, I realize exactly where it’s coming from. Or who it’s coming from rather. Fuck. This is not happening. This is not happening. I grind into Devyn trying to ignore the little person on the other side of that door. We’re both so close. So fucking close. Yet so far.

Devyn gasps as my thrusts become more urgent. “C’mon, Riley. He’s not going to go away.”

“I’m trying,” I pant. “Stop talking about the kid. You’re making it harder to get there.”

She laughs. “This is our life now. You’re going to have to get used to it. C’mon already! I’m so close!”

“Will you quit pressuring me?” I gripe. “Geez, I never thought someone would be complaining about my stamina.”

“Now’s not the time to show off,” she pants. “Focus!”

She clenches her internal muscles. “Oh fuck, keep doing that!”

A few more powerful strokes and strategic rubs, and we’re both coming together. After several moments, our bodies still.

“MO-OM!!! I’m hungry!” Nathan’s knocking has turned into flat out pounding.

Devyn and I laugh as I slide out of her. She climbs out of bed, grabs my discarded shirt from last night and pulls it over her body. “Welcome to parenthood. Where if you’re getting any at all, it’s usually a race to the finish line.”

She waits for me to pull up my pants before opening the door. “Good morning, buddy.”

/> Nate looks into the room with a scowl on his face. “Momma, what took you so long?”

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Sorry, baby; your daddy and I were still sleeping.”

“Were you praying in your sleep, Momma?”

Devyn scrunches her face. “What? Why would you say that?”

Nathan shrugs. “Because you kept saying God’s name. Christopher says that his mommy and daddy always make funny noises and say God’s name a lot when they’re sleeping. He said that’s because they’re praying in their sleep.”

“I need to have a talk with this kid’s parents,” I mutter.

Devyn laughs. “Why don’t you go pick out your cereal, honey? I’ll be there in just a minute.”

“Can I have Unca’ Drew’s Wucky Charms?”

“Sure,” she says. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He pumps his fist in the air. “YES! You’re the best momma ever!”

I pull her into me as he runs down the hall. “You’re incredible.”