I lifted her easily and placed her on the old-fashioned four-poster bed. She sat up and held her arms out to me, an invitation, and I joined her. She kissed my face and my hair, her hands roaming my chest and stomach.
“I love you so much, Drew,” she choked out. “Sometimes I think my heart will break just seeing you like this, having you with me. Nothing this beautiful could be wrong. We’re made for each other—” Michelle had broken off, wide blue eyes shining with unshed tears. I’d kissed her lips again.
“I know,” I admitted, “I feel like my heart’s in my mouth when I see you waiting at the window, knowing you’re waiting for me. I feel too lucky, like I don’t deserve this. Like this is the most special thing in the universe.” All the time, I was kissing her face and her throat, her bare shoulder. Then my lips fastened on to her nipple and drew on it. I felt her body bow and arch, her hand clutching at my hair. When I looked up at her, I saw her mouth open in a silent oh, her face twisted in an agony of pleasure as I laved her nipple. We had discovered all of this together, every place I could touch and kiss her that made her body go haywire. It was a secret between the two of us, those intimate spots where my finger or tongue sent her spiraling into an ecstasy that made her cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the screams. It was glorious.
Now I set my palm on her mound, savoring the softness of her curls there and parting her folds with one long finger, feeling the hot wetness there already. I shuddered when I touched it, when the slickness between her legs gave me proof of her arousal for me. “Yes,” I whispered, and her eyes fluttered open, looking at me. “I love doing this to you. I dream about it, Chel. Touching you this way.”
“Can people tell by looking at me?” she gasped. “I wonder sometimes when I go to the library or the grocery store, can people look at me and know by my face that you just had your fingers in my pussy, that I rode you in the driver’s seat of your truck half an hour before?”
“No way,” I said. “You look as innocent as ever. I’m the only one who knows. And I’d never tell anyone. You know that. I want you all to myself.”
“I like it. I like sneaking around with you. I want everyone to know I’m yours—but at the same time it feels holy, just the two of us together anyplace we can find,” she had said. That we had something sacred. I felt it, a shuffle of rearranging inside my chest, opening up a greater well of love for her, a sense of wonder at what we shared. I had kissed her forehead then, reverently, and then breached her tight sweet sex with my long finger, stroking and curling forward. I brushed that place inside her we had found that gave her tremors, that made her abs clench hard and her toes curl, her legs shake. With a few probing strokes of my fingers, she shattered in my hands, back arching so hard, bucking against my palm, biting her lip. I kissed her to capture her cries. Still shaking, she climbed into my lap. She was this vulnerable with me, this trusting, that before the last waves of her orgasm had passed, she straddled my lap. She took my painful erection in her hand, so achingly hard, throbbing for her. She pumped up and down, once, twice with her small, strong hand. Then she guided my eager cock to her wet entrance, rocking over me, one hand on my shoulder for balance.
I dipped my head, captured her mouth and kissed her. Then I rocked my hips hard, plunging my cock into her soft, sweet pussy with a cry that she took into her body from my mouth. I couldn’t stifle it. It was too powerful, the shudder that ripped through me when I penetrated her. Chel’s snug sex gripped me, easing my way with her juices as we rocked together. We made love this way almost every day, her in my lap, our hips locked together in a perfect rhythm, arms around each other. We could kiss this way, it was so intimate. When I couldn’t stop pumping into her, when I was going hard and she ground her clit against me so it hit her just right, we came together, my cock exploding in her slick sex that claimed me and owned me.
My cock burst with streams of pent-up cum, exploding just thinking of those nights, how perfect they were. Of her body in my lap, of the way I fit her inside like a key fits a lock. I finished jerking off and lay there, wasted and ashamed and missing her.