“I’m so close!” she cries. “Sam, please don’t make me come alone.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I groan. I spit into my palm and rub it along my dick, getting it wet to ease the friction I’m about to create. Because no way I’m not going to touch her. “I need you,” I grit out.
“I can take the tampon out,” she says. But she’s looking a little flustered. I can see her clearly in the mirror with her shirt rucked up around her throat. Her panties are down around her thighs.
I replace my fingers with hers. “Rub your pussy for me.”
I sink my dick in the crack of her ass and slide forward. It’s not tight enough, so I palm her cheeks and push them around my dick. She’s slick and wet from my spit, and I know this isn’t optimal, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I don’t want to fuck her ass. I just want to press her cheeks closed around my dick. I want to hold all that perfect, plump flesh.
Her fingers slide, circling her clit. I can feel the glancing blow of them every few sweeps as she falters and bumps my balls. “Holy Christ,” I swear.
I have her ass in my hands, and I am afraid I’m not going to be able to wait for one more minute. Then she cries out.
Oh, holy hell, she’s coming. She’s coming hard. Her body quakes and shivers and all I can do is hold onto her ass and thrust through the crease of it. It’s not as good as getting to be inside her, but it’s close. She’s still riding the wave when my balls finally win. I spill myself in the center of her back, shoving through the wet crease of her ass over and over until I’m spent.
She goes still beneath me, putting all of her weight onto the bathroom counter. She smiles softly. She looks so fucking hot like this, with her naked ass in the air, and those soft lips turned up in a satisfied smile.
“That was intense,” I say. “Be still and I’ll clean you up.”
“Shower with me,” she says.
I turn on the water and wait a moment, while I help her get up. Her legs are like noodles and she’s having trouble even standing. She yawns.
I yank her shirt over her head, pull her into the shower with me, wash her quickly, and then I wash myself.
When we’re clean, I wrap her in a clean towel and leave her in the bathroom just in case she needs to take care of girly things. She comes out a minute later and pulls the towel off. She puts on a pair of panties and nothing else. She’s not even bashful about it. She slides between my covers almost naked and I fucking love it. I turn off the light and she curls up on my chest. Her fingertips draw a figure eight from one nipple to the other.
“Why did you do that?” she suddenly asks.
“Do what?”
“Most men wouldn’t settle for just that.”
I scoff. “I’ll settle for anything you’ll give me. If you just want to hold my hand, I’ll settle for that too.” I chuckle. “Give me whatever, cupcake. I’ll take it.”
“That was intense.”
I cup my hands in the air, even though I know she can’t see me. “Your ass, oh my God…”
She sits up a little. “What about it?”
I laugh. “I fucking love it.”
She settles back against me. “You don’t think there’s too much of it?”
I chuckle. “That’s like too much Santa Claus. Or too much World Series. Too much Super Bowl. Never happen.” I kiss her forehead. “You got a perfect ass, you know?”
She laughs. “I think you’re fuck-drunk.”
More like love-drunk. “What do you want to do about your mother?”
She goes still in my arms, and I’m suddenly terrified.
“I guess that since she knows I’m here, I should leave.”
My heart is suddenly in my throat, and I have to swallow past it. “I can protect you if you stay here.”
“Why did you come downstairs when you did?”
I’m guessing she means tonight. “Henry called me. He keeps an eye on you.”
“I like Henry.” She snuggles into my shoulder.
“He’s the best.” I run my fingers up and down her naked back. “Why didn’t you have a driver? Or security?”
She shrugs. “It was late. I was hanging with Logan and Emily and we got to talking. I didn’t realize how late it was.” She lifts her face so that her chin sticks in my chest. Her mouth is close to mine. “Watching them together made me miss you. Lots.”
“Who? Logan and Em?”
Her voice goes quiet. “And their baby.”
Does she want a baby? Does she want a family? With me? My heart fills with hope.
“She’s such a good mother.”
“She would disagree with you on that. She’s still learning.”
“All it takes is a mom who actually cares. I wouldn’t know what that’s like.”
“Do you want kids?”
I remember the last time we had this talk. She wasn’t sure, because she didn’t want her speech disability to impair a child.
“Yeah. I want at least one. And I want to adopt. I want to find a kid like me, one with no hope and no prospects. Maybe even one with a disability. I want to change a kid’s life.” She wiggles in my arms. “What about you?”
“I want whatever you want.”
She freezes. “But what do you want?”
“I want you. The rest is negotiable. I’d like to start with one kid. Ours. Adopted. I don’t care. I want to have a family that’s as close as I am with my brothers.”