I hiss as her pussy takes in my cock completely. She pumps up and down on my cock, and I open my eyes to look at her. She looks so beautiful with her hair wild and her tits bouncing against my chest.
We fall into a delicious rhythm where I drive my cock into her, and she bears down.
“Fuck, Mila!”
“I love your cock,” she cries.
“I love your pussy,” I tell her.
A rumble rises in my chest. I’ve never had such hot sex with a woman. When my cock is inside her pussy, we become one person. Our movements are in sync, and just by looking at her, I know what she’s feeling. Because at that moment, I feel the same.
My breath is ragged now. Mila is close too. The muscles of her thighs tremble, and little whimpers escape her mouth.
“Fuck my brains out, Brad,” she says, and I increase the pace of my thrusts. I part my legs for better leverage and slam my cock into her pussy.
“Yes! Like that.”
“I want you to come hard for me, babe,” I manage to say.
“I’m almost,” Mila says.
My thrusts are no longer controlled. Pressure builds up in my cock. I fuck her fast and hard, mindless with need. She shakes and calls my name.
“Oh, God, Brad. I’m coming,” she screams.
Momentarily, I fear the noise might wake Isaac up, but he’s a heavy sleeper. Her pussy muscles tighten against my cock. I can’t hold back. Only after I explode inside her, do I remember that I did not use a condom.
“Fuck.”
“What is it?” Mila asks, her breath coming out fast.
“I got so carried away I forgot to wear a condom,” I say.
“It’s my fault too, but you don’t need to worry. I’m clean, and I don’t get pregnant.” Her voice cracks a little.
My heart squeezes at her sadness. I cradle her in my arms. My cock is still buried deep in her pussy. How unfair that she cannot get children when she’s so good with Isaac. She’d make an awesome mother.
“I’m clean too,” I tell her as I inhale the scent of her hair. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t been with a woman since my ex-wife left.”
“Me too,” she says and then giggles. “I don’t mean your wife—”
I chuckle. “I know.”
We sit holding each other like that for a while.
Chapter 10
Brad
I can’t believe it’s Friday, I think to myself as I stir the gravy. The week just zipped by. I only saw Mila briefly as she excused herself to pop over to her place when I came home. I didn’t tell her what I’m making for supper, but I know she’ll like it.
After Brenda left, I learned fast and came to enjoy it. Tonight’s dinner is baked chicken, gravy, mashed potatoes, and green beans, with savory buttered rolls. I’ve cheated a little by buying the rolls in this bakery near the station that has the sweetest baked products.
I want to invite Mila to watch baseball practice, but a warning at the back of my head tells me this is going too far. A recipe for disaster. Plus, it’s unfair to engage her during her free time. The decision is taken out of my hands when Isaac invites her during dinner. He’s blunt as only kids can be.
“Will you come and watch me play baseball tomorrow?” he says to Mila.
She smiles and takes her time by wiping the sides of her mouth first. “Sounds fun, but are outsiders allowed during practice?”
Isaac sits up. “You’ll be allowed, besides, my dad is the coach.”
I chuckle. “He’s right there.”
She looks at me, questioningly.
“We’d like it if you came.”
“I’d love to,” she tells Isaac.
I stare at her a minute longer than necessary. Something tightens in my gut as I look at her. Hidden longings surface, and I push them back down. I don’t want the luxury of allowing myself to wish for a permanent relationship with her.
It’s a road that will leave nothing but heartbreak in its trail because I cannot commit to a long-term relationship. She’s beautiful, and I’m in lust with her. In the past, those feelings signaled to me that a relationship was in the works. I’ve changed. I’m not the naïve man I used to be. Brenda did this. She changed me into a frightened man. I may be ripped and strong when it comes to fighting fires and protecting people, but when it comes to heart matters, I am a wuss.
After dinner, I wash dishes as Mila and Isaac pick a movie to watch on our streaming service. Afterward, I make popcorn dripping in hot butter and carry it to the living room in three bowls.
“We were just waiting for you, Dad,” Isaac says. “I’ll switch off the lights.”
I laugh at his excitement.
“It’s just like the movies, isn’t it, Mila?” he whispers as he lowers himself on the carpet.