When she nods, I sit back between her legs and lifting her hips from the pillow, I move in beneath her. I position my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy, and as I start to push inside of her, my hands return to her ass.
Fucking hell, she feels good without a condom.
Once I’m seated inside of her, I keep still and watch as my fingers dig into her skin. I’ll never get enough of Evie’s body.
“My shirt was too big for you, and as you were crawling away, I had the perfect view of your tits swaying with every movement you made.”
I circle the bundle of nerves before I push a finger inside. Evie’s body jerks and her pussy squezes my cock, which makes me slowly start a rhythm of finger fucking her ass.
“That night I dreamt of fucking you. Just like we did our first time together.” Pressing my finger deep inside of her, I keep it there, as I reach under her with my other hand and pay attention to her clit.
“Rhett,” she whimpers as she presses her ass hard into my hand and grinds her pussy on my cock. “I feel you everywhere.”
“Almost,” I whisper as I remove my hand from her clit, and slide it up her side. Covering her breast, I dig my fingers into her soft flesh until she grinds back against me, telling me that she loves the pressure.
Pulling my cock out of her, I slowly thrust back, mimicking the action with my finger in her ass.
“Ah… Rhett,” she groans. Her body tenses until it sounds like she’s wailing, and only then do I slam into her so hard I swear I see stars explode. I let go of her breast and pulling away from her, I grab hold of her hips and turn her back round.
Her breasts rise and fall with her quick breaths. I plunge my cock back into her pussy. Crushing my mouth to hers, I devour her. I thrust harder and faster, and when I feel my balls tightening as her body starts to tremble, I slam into her as I let go.
Evie cries into my mouth as I empty myself inside of her.
When we come down from our orgasms, I don’t pull out, but keep thrusting slowly as I cover her body with mine. I place my arms on either side of her head, shove the blindfold off her face, and stare into her eyes.
She lets go of the bars and bring her hands to my face. With the tip of her finger, she caresses the curve of my lips.
“Can we have a little bean someday,” she whispers.
“Little bean?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s what my mom called me while she was pregnant with me.”
I never thought of having my own children. But the longer I stare into her eyes, the more I want a house full of red-curled, green-eyed little girls.
“Babe, when you’re ready just stop the pill, and we can have all the little beans you want.”
Her smile warms her entire face, and I start to thrust deeper. Keeping my eyes locked on the woman I love, I make love to her.