Committed (Betrothed 4)

I cornered her against the wall and continued to kiss her, my hands on her hips. I could feel the changes in her body, the way her hips were slightly wider after passing my son. I could feel the curves of her thighs and stomach, feel the changes she embraced as she stepped into motherhood. Even if I were a bachelor who’d met her for the first time that evening, I would find her body to be incredibly sexy. I actually preferred the curves over the sharp angles that she used to have.

Instead of coming to the realization that I had just acted like an asshole a minute ago and pushing me off, she slid her hands under my t-shirt and up my hard body until her fingertips pressed into my chest. She sucked my bottom lip before her tongue moved into my mouth, accompanied by her warm and sexy breath. She went from zero to sixty in a single instant, wanting me despite the shitty way I treated her.

I’d stopped loving her, but this innate passion was permanent. Once our mouths were together and our tongues danced erotically, it felt so right. She was the epitome of good sex, the heat and intensity people searched for their whole lives and never found.

She slowed down her kisses as if she was about to stop. Then she pulled away and looked at me, her lips slightly opened and her eyes on mine.

I didn’t want her to end this. I didn’t want her to come to her senses and march off again.

Her eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment before she looked at me again. Her hands moved down my tight stomach before her fingers began to loosen my belt. In a sexy whisper that only I could hear, she said, “Fuck me.”

I liked dirty talk, but that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I was living a fantasy I didn’t know I had. I was about to screw this beautiful woman in a dark alleyway, and despite dirt and danger, I didn’t give a damn.

She undid my belt and popped my button open. She pushed my jeans and boxers over my hips so my cock could be free. Her eyes studied her movements before they flicked back to mine, her green eyes filled with undeniable desire.

Jesus.

I was paralyzed by the intensity, drowned by the flood of arousal. I couldn’t even move because my body couldn’t process what was happening. I was about to have the best sex of my life, and I knew it.

My hands finally started to work again, and I pulled up her dress so her toned thighs were visible in the darkness. My fingers yanked her black panties over her hips and down her legs. They fell to her ankles, and she quickly kicked them away, where they would remain in the alleyway long after we were gone.

Fucking hot.

She grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged on the fabric so she could pull my lips to hers. It was her signature move that had always made me weak. Her leg hiked over my hip, and she grabbed my ass and pulled me as close as possible. She was blocked from view by the dumpster, and my large mass hid the rest of her if someone made the mistake of walking by.

Our lips were entangled in a heated embrace as I gripped the back of her knee and kept her leg over my hip. I smothered her into the wall and ground my hard length against her aching clit.

Quiet moans echoed in the alleyway, and I was so focused that someone could have robbed me and I wouldn’t have even noticed. Wouldn’t have even cared. I pulled on the left strap of her dress so it could slide down a bit. The fallen fabric eventually exposed one gorgeous tit, plump with milk she used to nourish my son. My palm gripped it tightly, and I squeezed as I continued to grind against her and kiss her at the same time.

This was the last place I thought I would end up tonight, but I was glad I hadn’t ended up in bed with that blonde. Our kisses wouldn’t have been this hot, our touches wouldn’t have been so scorching, and our bodies wouldn’t writhe like this. Only one woman could make me pant like a dog, could make me plead like a beggar.

I grabbed the base of my dick and pushed my tip inside.

Wet.

Tight.

Perfect.

I closed my eyes for a moment and moaned against her face because pussy never felt so good. I hadn’t been with her since she’d had Andrew, and I was surprised she was exactly the same as she was before. Her body bounced back with incredible resilience, and the body part that could give life could also give incredible pleasure.