As Sean rammed me down to thrust his cock deep inside me, I felt his hot milky seed filling my cunt, like a tsunami hitting the shore, warming me from the inside out.
I screamed his name as my pussy milked him and I came in a wave that drenched his cock and balls. The air filled with the scent of our sex as I collapsed on top of him and struggled to catch my breath.
“That was… amazing…” I said with a sigh.
“You’re amazing,” he said, flicking his tongue between my lips. “Where have you been hiding all my life, Katie Holmes?”
“Where?” I blinked, staring into his eyes.
“Where?”
I shoved my tongue into his mouth so I wouldn’t have to answer the question.
Where had Katie Holmes been hiding?
In the land of make believe.
And at the moment, Katie Holmes was horrified to think what would happen when Sean Donovan learned the truth.
Kate
Sean and I spent the night, and most of the next day, at the cabin; swimming, sitting by the fire, hiking the woods, making love until our bodies begged us to stop.
Sean had left just long enough to fetch breakfast from the McDonald’s near the highway, but the food went uneaten because our time was spent doing other things.
Fun things.
Things I’d probably never do again.
We got back to the city late in the day. We were both grimy and sunburned from skinny dipping in the lake and walking naked through the woods. And we were exhausted from our sexual antics. By the time he dropped me off at my car back at the practice field lot, I needed a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.
“Well, this has been… amazing,” I said with a smile. I leaned over to kiss him one last time. He brushed the hair back from my eyes and smiled. “Thanks for a wonderful time.”
“It’s not over,” he smiled.
“I know.” I mustered a smile for him.
“The next couple of days are going to be intense,” he said, pulling back with a frown on his handsome face. “Heavy practice tomorrow and Saturday, then the game on Sunday. I won’t have much free time.”
“I understand,” I said with a nod. “You just get out there and impress the shit out of your coach so you don’t have to move to Minnesota.”
He smiled. “I will. Hey, do you want to come to the game on Sunday? I can leave a pass that will get you into the VIP box.”
“Um, let me think about it,” I said, knowing that I didn’t dare show my face at Kings Stadium. “Can I text you later?”
“Sure,” he said with a disappointed smile. I kissed him again and reached for the door handle. He put a hand on my arm to stop me.
“Hey, Katie Holmes,” he said softly. “I’m really glad you’re in my life. I think we can do great things together.”
“Hey, Sean Donovan,” I said, forcing back a tear. “Me, too.”
Kate
Dru was curled up on the sofa next to me with a bag of chips in her lap and a bottle of beer in her hand. She held the bottle by the neck and pointed it at the television.
“So, which one is lover boy?” she asked. I’d told her about my overnight get-away with Sean. She had been calling him “lover boy” ever since.
“Sean is at the top of the screen,” I said. “On the left.”