I take the chance to fill my hands with her tits. Her nipples are hard, and I flick my thumbs over them. Mila moans softly as she lowers herself onto my cock. I close my eyes as the warmth and wetness of her pussy slowly envelop my cock.
“Fuck, Mila,” I say between my teeth. “So sweet.”
My cock is now plunged deep into her pussy, and I begin to thrust upward while keeping a grip on her thighs. I open my eyes and take in the beautiful sight of Mila’s tits bouncing to the beat of our thrusts. She looks so beautiful up there.
I plunge even deeper into her pussy. Sharp hard thrusts. “I want everything from you, Mila. Fuck me.”
“Oh yeah.” Mila’s eyes are shut.
“Open your eyes,” I growl. “I want to look at you when you’re coming.”
She opens her eyes and manages to grin. I thrust hard, and that wipes out the grin from her face. An almost painful look comes over her features.
“This feels so good,” Mila says.
I know what she means. Our lovemaking is sweet to the point of making one want to cry tears of ecstasy. I time our climaxes so that they happen at almost the same time. I spill cum into Mila’s hot pussy at the same time as her muscles clench, and she digs her nails into my chest.
Later, when we’re cuddled up in bed, I sleepily tell her about my mother’s planned visit. I feel her body tense.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” I tell her.
“Does she know about us?” Mila asks.
“No, but we’re adults, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’ll handle her.”
I nuzzle her neck and kiss her one last time before saying goodnight. My life feels perfect, even with the custody case looming. At this very moment, I feel happy and settled, and I know everything will work out. This woman makes me feel as if anything is possible as long as she’s with me.
Chapter 26
Mila
I scrub the dishes automatically, my mind on Jessica, and how I feel just the tiniest bit sad that she’s gone back home. Having her here made me feel as if I had my family with me. Jessica feels like my family more than my own blood relatives do. I’ll miss her.
A deep sigh escapes my lips. Strong warm hands encircle my waist, and I lean back and let my head rest on Brad’s muscled chest.
“Missing Jessica already?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit.
“I’ll try and make it up to you,” he whispers into my ear.
His hands dip under my T-shirt, and he makes circles on my tummy. A happy sigh leaves my lips, and my muscles begin to relax.
“How?” I breathe, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Like this,” Brad says and slides his hands further up.
He cups my breasts over my bra and softly rubs my nipples over the material.
“What about the dishes?” I ask in an unconvincing tone.
“Keep washing them,” Brad says. “If you can, that is,” he adds with a chuckle.
I pop my eyes open and straighten myself. Is that a dare? Does my man think that I can’t multitask? Challenge accepted. “Okay, I can do that.”
I ignore the hands raising my bra, exposing my tits. I even manage to ignore Brad’s hands as they play with my rapidly hardening nipples. I bite my lower lip and manage to clean off one plate. I pick another, but that’s all I do. All my concentration is on the movement of Brad’s thumbs on my nipples.
“Have I told you how much I love your tits?” he whispers.
“No,” I reply, my voice coming out all breathless.
“I love them so much I want to make love to them,” Brad says.
His words go straight to my pussy, and a gush of wetness escapes and soaks my panties. “How?” I ask.
Brad stops thumbing my nipples, and before I can protest, he grabs each breast and squeezes them together. “I’ll have you hold them like this, and then I’ll slide my big cock between them and fuck your tits.”
My legs lose strength, and I grab on to the sink. Brad arranges his hard cock in the crack of my ass and humps softly.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” he says.
All I can think about is the image he painted of him fucking my tits. I can’t hold on any longer. “Let’s go to our bedroom,” I tell him.
I shrug his hold on my breasts and lead the way, knowing that he’ll immediately follow me. In our bedroom, I strip as if I’m on fire. Brad chuckles softly as he follows suit. When I’m naked, I lie on the bed and cup my pussy, which throbs with anticipation.
“Playing with yourself, beautiful?” Brad says.
“Only until you get here,” I tell him.
He straddles me, and with his hand on his cock, he moves up higher along my body and places his cock between my tits. I grab them and squeeze them together. I expect Brad to pump; instead, using the tip of his cock, he teases each of my nipples, flicking his cock over them.