Locked Down with Mr. Right

“Now that is out of the way, my second announcement is that Addie Harris and I are in love. We have been for a good long while. I have already put together a sad but satisfying end for the series, with her and Dean trying but it not quite working out because of the distance. Addie is left disappointed but read to try again. It’s realistic but hopeful, and exactly the kind of thing that plays well with our demographic. Good day, everyone.”

Dropping the connection, I stood from the chair, returning the jacket to the back of it. Then it was my shirt and finally my pants, leaving me in boxer shorts before I left the study to go and be with Addie.

She was up. Sitting in the bed, knees to her chest, looking at her affected arm in wonder as she rotated it.

“It’s better,” she said, looking at me. With tears in her eyes.

I held her, rocking her gently as tears of joy wetted my chest. I had brought in doctors to look at her. Masks and gloves a must. They had all said we just had to wait for things to repair themselves. They left prescriptions for pain killers I wasn’t able to fill.

“I told the board about us.”

“You did?” she asked between sniffs.

“We are free.”

The kiss was intense. Nearly three days of pent up libidos coming out all at once. It was really surprising. Not that I was about to complain.

“Are you able to -”

“Fuck yes!”

Addie threw off the duvet, revealing her full glory, opening her legs wide. I wanted to go straight for her pussy but managed to restrain myself. I went for her feet first. We were both pretty riled up already, but she hadn’t been exaggerating. Nothing got her wetter faster than a good, gentle foot massage. The sounds she made as I stroked her foot in both hands were markedly similar to those emanating from her while I was licking her pussy. Her second favourite sexual activity.

I caressed her softly, stroking my tongue the length of her tender pussy, varying between long laps and short, hard circles, savouring every moan and quiver she made. It was nice to be able to give her so much pleasure after she had been through so much pain.

She peaked and dropped, her pussy getting even wetter around my fingers, letting me know she had most definitely cum. It was part of the reason I kept a box of wet wipes handy at my bedside.

Massaging the outside of her pussy in large, loose circles, I kissed Addie’s belly as she came down and recovered. Her recovery was impressive, rallying to full strength within minutes.

Working my way up the length of her, I finally kissed her mouth as the same moment my cock reached her pussy. I was already quite hard without even needing to be touched. Just seeing Addie, particularly naked, was more than enough for me.

Gently mounting her, Addie kissed me passionately as I pushed inside her, getting most of the way in before she winced. I backed off a bit, wanting very much for her to be comfortable. I gently pumped her, careful not to go too hard at first. It had been a while and figured she would need some time to ease back into it.

She started to moan, moving under me as I fucked her, trying to match each of my movements. It was beautiful watching her expressions as I worked within her. Working her beautiful pussy closer to orgasm.

Wrapping her legs around me, making me fuck her even harder, Addie got to the tipping edge of a transcendent orgasm. I knew I should have pulled out. There were no condoms in the house and no way to get them. It was bareback or nothing and we had both basically agreed without having to say anything.

It was too late. There was nothing to be done. My load unleashing deep inside her, Addie called her prayers to the heavens. She seemed to reach a new level of existence as I filled her up with my warm, thick cum.

I collapsed against her with my cock still deep inside her. Taking me in her warm embrace, she kissed me softly, holding me tight. I should have been worried. What would she do if she got pregnant? Yet that was not forefront in my mind.

Even when the notion did flicker, it came as more than a comfort and a joy than a concern. I was an only child and did not really have much of experience with children. However, the idea of raising kids with Addie, her own included, actually made me smile.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Addie asked.

“Family,” I said.

“Me too,” she concurred.

We kissed like we had so many times before, only that time it was different. Much like the sex itself, something about being able to be free and open with our love and to even think about starting a family. It was taking things to the next level. Filling everything with a sense of home.