Her smell draws me into her. I free myself from my shorts and bring my cock out as she widens her legs for me.
“I can’t get enough of you, Kendall,” I moan as I guide myself into her pussy.
“I don’t want you to ever get enough of me, Declan,” she moans as she replies. I’m seated completely inside her. I know she’s swollen, but, fuck, if it doesn’t feel amazing.
She’s already close to coming and so am I. It hurts to stop, but I can’t take away her choice about me coming inside her again without knowing she’s okay with it.
I pull out abruptly, “Declan, no. Why’d you stop?” she groans.
“Fuck, I don’t want to stop, but, I’m inside you bare, baby. We didn’t use a condom and I don’t want to take that away from you. It’s your choice what we do from here,” I tell her. It’s the honest to God truth. As much as it would pain me to not feel her skin on skin. I would do it.
“It’s okay, Declan. I’ve wanted you forever. I’m on birth control, and I want us always to be skin to skin,” she says with a blush on her face.
“Thank God, Baby. I didn’t want to take your choice away. You have to know that I want you now and forever. A family is something I want with you, but only when we’re both ready,” I tell her as I place my cock back at the entrance of her pussy. She grabs ahold of my shoulders, wraps her legs around my hips and in one thrust I’m home.
“I want that with you, Declan. I want everything with you.” She kisses me after that and we continue making love on the kitchen counter, our food long forgotten.
Chapter Twenty
Kendall
Declan and I have been together for a couple of months now. It’s safe to say we’re moving in the right direction, I’m now moving out of my mom’s house and into his. It was bittersweet. Another door closing, yet another one opening.
“You’re always welcome at home, Honey. But I don’t think Declan is ever going to want you to leave,” she tells me as she hugs me before I walk down the hallway with one last bag in my hand. Declan took care of all of the heavy stuff and this is the last small bag. He grumbled saying, “I can take this one,”
I told him, “No, I’ve got this. You go on ahead.”
I wanted one last look around my bedroom. The furniture is staying here. I don’t have a need for it at Declan’s, but all of my personal belongings are packed in the truck, and this last bag I’m holding has the beginnings of my surprise for Declan. I’ve been dying to surprise him, but my schedule has been a nightmare. The local airline agency I’ve been working at is down a few flight attendants. Apparently, the flu hit big this year so I’ve been helping as much as I can. But as soon as one gets better, one gets sick. I have a horrible feeling I may get it next with how tired I’ve been lately.
“I know, Mom. I don’t ever want to leave Declan either. Are you going to be okay by yourself though?” I ask.
“Oh, Honey. I know it’s been just you and me for the longest time, but I promise you, I’ll be just fine.”
“I love you, Mom, in case I haven’t told you that enough,” I say with tears in my eyes.
“I love you more, Kendall,” she replies. Declan comes back in and finds my mother hugging me again and wiping tears off of each other’s faces. It’s something we’ve always done. When I was a little girl and I’d cry because my father never showed up or I got a skinned knee and would be crying, she’d wipe my tears off and then she’d start crying because I was crying. So, we made it our thing.
I smile at him when we’re through, “I’ll see you soon, Mom.”
“See you soon, Honey,” she says as she walks us to the door.
“You okay?” Declan asks once we’re on our way home.
“I’m perfect, just a little emotional. I think I’m tired from work and it compounded my feelings,” I say with a smile on my face.
“As long as you’re sure,” he says as he brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand.
“I’m positive.” I can’t wait to get home, unpack, and take a much-needed nap before I have to start the work week all over again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Declan
Kendall was up early this morning and out the door. I took a day off, something I’m trying to do more of. Well, not days off, but definitely not working long and grueling hours.
Today is different though. I called my mother last night and asked her to meet me for brunch and some shopping. She screamed through the phone in excitement. She knew exactly the kind of shopping I was asking her to do with me.