Dropping the flowers to the floor, I move closer to her and catch my tongue when she stretches up, keeping her arms above her head against the wall as her back arches. Her glorious breasts push out, her nipples hard as rock, which does it—I pounce.
My mouth laps and sucks at her nipples, while one hand grips her hip and the other slides between her pussy lips—so goddamn wet.
Growling in the back of my throat, I flip her around, and place her hands on the wall. I pull her hips out toward me and feel my dick jerk behind my zipper at the sight of her ass. Unable to resist, I spank her lightly on each cheek and her moans of pleasure cause my dick to tingle as pre-cum releases.
I need to be quick because I’m holding on by a thread and going to be coming without even unzipping.
Spreading her legs further apart with my foot, I quickly drop my shorts, and push my briefs down far enough to give my dick freedom. Then I’m taking hold and rubbing the head between her soaked pussy lips.
“This is going to be so damn quick,” I hiss in her ear, before impaling her with my cock.
Our mixed groan of pleasure fills the air. Clenching my jaw, I breathe through my excitement to try and control it. The minute I move though, all bets are off because she feels so good around me.
Yanking my T-shirt off, I let it fall before I grip her hips and slowly start to move back and forth, but slow doesn’t do it anymore and I need fast.
Sliding my hands up her torso, they cover her breasts as I start to fuck her hard. Her large breasts bounce in my hands, and as I release my hold, her hard nipples rub against my palm, but it isn’t until I pinch them that she starts rippling along the length of my dick as her orgasm rushes through her.
That’s all it takes.
My cock swells and then I’m groaning and cursing through my own release, but her vaginal walls keep a suction hold on me. I can’t stop rocking and grinding into her, the pleasure intense.
My hands massage her boobs as I try to slow the sensations still running through me, and gradually, I manage to slow the motion of my hips. Our breathing erratic, I drop my mouth to her shoulder and bite.
I catch my breath and groan in surprised pleasure as Savannah pulses around my rapidly rising dick.
“You can welcome me home like that any day, babe.” I spank her ass, and then admit, “My knees are about to buckle.”
“I know that feeling. You’re the only one keeping me up right now.”
“Hold still.”
I slowly withdraw from her, and tug my briefs and shorts back into place so I’m not falling over them when I do my next move.
“I love you, Savannah.” I kiss the top of her head before swinging her up into my arms.
Holding her tightly against my chest, I carry her through to the bedroom. I’m not sure where my strength has come from, but once I’ve tossed her onto our bed, I follow her down, spooning against her back.
“Just let me hold you for a short while.”
Savannah
The chicken casserole has gone down like a treat, and so have the red velvet muffins. The fact that I can’t move is a sign of just how much I enjoyed the dinner that was warmed up after a slower round of love making.
I had no idea it would be such a turn on meeting Jace the way I had. He’d certainly been ready to join me.
I’d felt embarrassed at my lack of clothing and pose, but my confidence had grown when I’d seen the love and heat in his eyes.
He’s damn strong though, because if I hadn’t been impaled on him, I’m sure I’d have sunk to the floor like a wet noodle.
Smiling against his chest, I throw my leg over his while we lie on the hammock he’d strung up the other day. The light breeze is nice and cooling against my heated skin as we watch the evening dusk turn to the dark night. The stars in the sky on this clear night are starting to appear and create a beautiful tapestry of light surrounding the half-moon. It’s so peaceful and tranquil that I wish it were like this all the time.
But most of all, I’m just enjoying being able to spend this time with Jace, who I think is asleep. His chest is rising and falling as though he’s asleep, but he’s done this before and when I’ve glanced into his face, he’s met my gaze.
Snuggling closer, I’m careful of his leg, which is free of his prosthesis. Since the first night together, he’s gradually gotten used to me watching him either removing or putting on his prosthesis, and I’m glad. I don’t want him ever to worry about me seeing his stump or his scars. They’re part of him and I love every single inch of him. I think he knows that now.
My thoughts drift to the kids and softball, or more specifically to Catcher. I’ve noticed that Catcher always watches Jace, and once or twice, I’ve seen Catcher’s eyes widen when Jace jogs around the field. He’s always checking up on Jace to make sure he’s okay. I know it tugs at Jace’s heartstrings to see, but for now, Jace doesn’t think he can offer Catcher what he wants most—a father. I really wish Jace could see what I see when I look at him, and what Catcher sees.
Which is why I’m seriously considering offering the same to Catcher as I am to Tammy, but I need to think about it a little more.