While I teased her nipples, she grew wetter by the second. As she grinded against my hip, I could feel her core dripping liquid onto my skin. I moaned and shoved her leg aside, my fingers searching for that wetness. When I found it, I
bit her harder and slid one finger inside of her. She moaned louder than ever as I moved my lips back to hers to stifle the sound. The last thing I needed was for one of the kids to come in search of the noises coming from my room.
I fingered her hard and fast, getting her ready for my cock. Our kiss was desperate and frantic. She clung to me with a vice-like strength and rocked her hips against my hand. I pulled away to watch her face. Her blue-green eyes were half closed in pure pleasure, and her mouth was hanging open. She panted and moaned each time my finger thrust inside her.
Slowly, I added another finger to stretch her even more for me. She lifted her hips to meet me, greedily and I knew neither of us could wait any longer.
I slipped my fingers out of her, and she whined in protest. I laughed and kissed her lips softly before sitting up.
Reaching over to my nightstand, I pulled a condom out of my top drawer. It had been a long time since I’d needed one and had felt so awkward to go buy them that I drove to another town to get them. Neither of us needed the people here putting two and two together.
She watched me with wide eyes while I tore the wrapper of and threw it aside. I could see that she was slightly nervous about my size. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fit,” I promised her. I slid the condom over my cock, and she instinctively reached out to touch me through it. I moaned as her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around me. Gently, she pulled me forward until I was right at her dripping-wet folds.
I stared at her eyes, not wanting to miss a single look of pleasure as I slowly pushed forward. She was dripping wet with desire, and I watched her closely while I slid deeper. She arched her back and lifted her hips, pulling me even deeper inside. I moaned when my entire cock was engulfed in her glorious pussy.
Her eyes were still locked on mine, and I saw nothing but desire staring back at me. I leaned forward, supporting myself on my arms. Our faces were inches apart when I started to thrust. At first she tightened around the girth of my enormous cock, but soon her entire body relaxed for me.
I wrapped my hands in her hair and kissed her while I moved my hips back and forth. It was almost impossible to keep myself under control. I wanted to take her so hard right then, but I was afraid to hurt her. I forced myself to move slowly, and it was nearly unbearable.
“More,” Emily whispered a few seconds later. “Harder.”
That was all I needed to hear. I rocked my hips against her faster, shoving myself forward with power. The first thrust took her breath away. She gasped and clung to my back for support, but soon, her sounds became moans of pleasure.
Her body moved with mine as I took her harder now. She rocked her hips in rhythm with mine, and I held myself up on my hands for more momentum. I took her hard and fast, using every ounce of strength I had to give her the pleasure she deserved. She moaned and moved with me, her tits bouncing freely with each thrust.
The sight of her beneath me was enough to make my cock twitch inside of her, but her moans were what did me in. As she got closer to her climax, her moans became loud and insistent. She moved with desperation, trying to push herself all the way there.
I thrust harder than ever, and she cried out, turning her head to the side to bite my pillow again. With a few more thrusts, she came hard. Her body jerked forward, and her legs trembled. Her insides collapsed around my cock, and I groaned deeply, plunging even deeper, just for myself. It wasn’t long before my own pleasure rocked through us both.
I shot forward, grunting and groaning while my legs tightened, and ecstasy filled every inch of my body. I stayed still for a few minutes, just shaking and jerking inside of her. She too was still trembling beneath me, her nails digging into my skin.
When I could finally move again, I slowly pulled out of her. She gasped at the sensation, and then a smile spread its way across her face. I leaned down to kiss her softly, lying beside her and pulling her firmly against my chest. “That was,” she began, but she never finished. She just turned her head over to kiss my skin and then bury her face in my chest.
“You are amazing,” I said. “God, that was incredible.”
“Was it?” she asked, leaning up to face me.
“Are you kidding?” I laughed. “God yes.”
“I thought it was just me,” she said with a shy smile.
“No.” I shook my head. “You were incredible.”
She grinned again and laid back down on my chest. I brushed her long curls aside so the skin of her shoulder and arm was exposed. As I trailed my fingers slowly along her skin, she sighed and nestled closer to me. Part of me wondered if she would insist on going back to her room. I worried she would feel weird staying the night with me, but I didn’t want her to leave. Not my room or my arms.
I wrapped myself tighter around her, feeling her smooth skin against mine. My eyes were already growing heavy with exhaustion, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her breathing was slowing down, and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest.
I kissed her head and breathed in the smell of her hair. She smiled against my chest and pulled me closer. Her fingers were insistent against me, almost as if she never wanted to lose this moment. I felt the same way. Finally, having her after weeks of frantic desperation was more than I could have hoped.
We held each other that night as we both drifted off to sleep. My thoughts were finally still for the first time in years. I didn’t fall asleep with horrible memories or anxiety crushing my chest. I fell asleep blissfully, wrapped tightly around a gorgeous woman who truly cared for me and my children.
When we woke the next morning, we were still tangled in each other’s bodies. Her eyes flickered open to meet mine, and I was surprised by my own happiness. I could have stayed there, in that bed with her, forever.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - EMILY
Waking up in Sean’s bed felt like a dream. I blinked, trying to remember every detail of the night before. It was all so clear in my mind, but I still questioned its reality. I couldn’t believe that I’d finally slept with him.
That morning, Sean pulled me closer to him and kissed my head, his morning wood pressing against my hip. I grinned at the feeling and slowly slid my hand over his length. He groaned and buried his face in my neck.