Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

“Uhh, uhhh,” I groaned as my legs shook and my pussy rocked.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and I hugged him. I needed to hug him. I felt so good, like a real woman. I needed this man.

He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and onto his bed. He put me down on his sheet, pulled back the blanket, and then got into the bed with me.

There, both of our bodies naked and spent, we held each other. He held me like a man needing to envelope himself in his woman and I soaked it all in, letting him sink into me.

I’d needed this for so long.

We didn’t make love right away. And you’ve no doubt noticed that I called it “making love.” That’s because at that moment, to both of us, it was love making.

Somehow we’d allowed ourselves to open up and be completely vulnerable. I was inside his head and he was inside of mine. We didn’t rush anything. In fact, we probably lay there for an hour before anything more happened.

We lay there just resting when my hand happened to brush against his cock. It was limp, surprisingly small for what I’d encountered earlier. He was completely soft, resting, but then as my hand touched it, it began to grow.

Nothing sexual had taken place, yet this guy wanted me again. This guy couldn’t get enough of me. He was ready to fuck me again…right away.

That turned me on and suddenly I was revving to go too.

Then my hand wasn’t accidentally touching him anymore. It was on a mission.

With an open hand, kind of like a wave, I passed my palm over the length of his cock, petting it, feeling it expand little by little.

Mr. Cooper didn’t say a word. He just lay there but his breathing was getting stronger and deeper.

And his cock was getting harder and longer.

“You have any of those condoms you couldn’t make your mind up about?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“You’re not gonna believe this but I don’t. I didn’t buy any. You made fun of me.”

Shit, he didn’t have any.

“I always use a condom too,” he said. “I can’t believe I don’t have any. You see? You stopped me.”

I did. He’s right. He was trying to buy some and I made fun of him and messed it up.

“You always wear them?” I asked.

He nodded. There was no way I was leaving his house without feeling him inside of me. I started thinking like a high school chick.

What if he pulls out?

How close am I to my period?

Can I even get pregnant right now?

Mr. Cooper must have sensed my frustration because he pulled me under him and climbed on top, so he was between my legs.

“I want you,” he said. “I’m clean. I promise.”

“Me too,” I said.

You can’t possibly find anyone cleaner.

That was the end of the conversation. We’d both made our decision and as he inched closer to me, I’d never felt more sure of anything in my life.