She peeked up at me. “Christmas.”
“It’s only a few weeks away.”
Sitting up, she grinned. “Today is decoration day at my parents’ house. They’ve always done it on their wedding anniversary. When does your family decorate?”
“Thanksgiving. It looks like someone threw up Christmas at my folks’ place.”
Then it hit me. Waylynn hadn’t met them yet.
“What do you say we get up, eat breakfast, and swing by my folks’ before we head to yours.”
Chewing on her lip, her eyes filled with worry.
“Stop doing that. You’ll make it swell up, and then I am going to have to kiss you all morning to make it better.”
She bit down harder, then laughed. “I’m nervous about meeting them. I mean, I’m sure I’ve seen your mom and probably even met her when I was younger.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “She’s going to love you. Now, roll over.”
“Why?” she asked with a giggle.
“Because I’m going to make love to you to start the day.”
Doing as I asked, Waylynn rolled over. I kissed her stomach tenderly and moved my lips over her body, stopping at each nipple for a few seconds to give them attention. Waylynn’s hands laced through my hair and pulled slightly as I sucked. My hand rubbed against her pussy, causing her to squirm.
My lips moved to her neck while her legs wrapped around me, pressing my hard dick against her.
“I’ve got something to tell you, sweetie. I’m on the pill,” she blurted out.
My head popped up. “What?”
Her chest was heaving with each excited breath. “I’m on the pill. If you’re comfortable with it, you don’t have to wear a condom.”
We’d already had the talk, each of us sharing our sexual past. Neither of us had much of one to speak of. Waylynn had lost her virginity to a high school sweetheart and then married Jack. Once she found out he had been cheating, she’d gotten tested and everything came back clean. I had lost mine in high school and then only been with two other women. I wasn’t as adventurous as Cord when it came to women. I’d always worn a condom, but I’d still gotten tested after my last breakup.
“Are you…are you sure?” I asked, my heart pounding so loud it almost made it hard to hear her answer.
“I’m very sure.”
“Fucking hell. I’m going to come before I get all the way in.”
Her smile nearly lit up the whole damn room.
“I want to feel you. Please, go slow.”
Burying my face into her neck, I fought to keep my emotions in check. I’d never had a woman make me tear up…until Waylynn. The emotions she brought out in me were crazy.
Slipping my fingers inside her, I worked them in and out. She was so fucking wet and ready. My dick was painfully hard, but I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to feel every single thing as I slid inside of the woman I was falling in love with. I didn’t care that things were moving fast, there was no denying what my heart was feeling.
I positioned myself and slowly pushed in. Both of us moaned. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I took in the way she felt. Without a condom, I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again…and based on how intoxicating Waylynn felt, I wasn’t sure I’d last much longer than I did the first time I lost my virginity.
“Christ Almighty, you feel so good, baby,” I panted.
Her legs pulled me closer, her need for me to hurry evident.
“Sweetheart, you just told me to go slow.”
“You’re going too slow!”
Smiling, I pressed my lips to hers as I pushed all the way in and froze. Her arms were wrapped around me with her fingers gliding over my back. Pulling her mouth from mine, our eyes met. “Jonathon, it feels so…amazing.”
I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Her mouth opened in the perfect shape of an O. When I did it again, her eyes closed and she whispered, “Yes.”
“It feels so good, baby. God, Waylynn, you feel so good.”
Going this slow, I wasn’t going to last much longer. When our mouths crushed together again, things turned more passionate. Our tongues danced, and her nails dug into my back. Picking up the speed, I broke the kiss and pulled her legs up.
“Yes. Harder. Oh God, yes!” Waylynn hissed as our sweet lovemaking turned faster. The sounds of our bodies hitting and the way her tits bounced with each thrust drove me harder.
“I’m going to come,” she said, her eyes locked with mine.
Her sweet moans of pleasure were all it took for me to come along with her. The moment I came, I knew she was the only woman I’d ever make love to again. There could never be another. She was the one I wanted to see pregnant with our child. To whisper I love you to each night and every morning.