She doesn’t speak, just nods her head in agreement.
I lead her to my bedroom and close the door, but leave it cracked so we can hear the kids if they were to wake up while we’re in here.
I tug at her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. I toss it aside, then do the same to my own.
I kiss every exposed inch of her skin, loving the taste of it under my tongue. Once I’ve covered every part I can, I open the button on her shorts and unzip the short zipper. I look up at Lacey, a blissed-out face already shining brightly, and we haven’t even really begun.
“If you change your mind, tell me and I’ll stop, no questions asked, no hard feelings,” I remind her. I wasn’t expecting her to want this tonight, but I’m also not going to pass up a chance to be with her fully.
I slide her shorts off over her hips, trailing them down her legs and adding them to the pile with our shirts. I add her panties, next, exposing her whole body to my hungry gaze.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I remind her before I place a kiss next to her belly button before I help her lay down on my bed.
“Garrett, I need more,” she moans, and I take that as my last warning bell. I kiss down her torso, her body already squirming under my touch. I slide my tongue through her folds, finding the bundle of nerves. I lap and suck at her clit for less than a minute and she’s already coming undone at the mercy of my tongue.
“How was that for more?” I ask a few minutes later, once she starts to move again after her first orgasm.
“Yes,” she languidly replies, a happy smile plastered on her lips.
“Ready for another one?” I ask, sliding up her body. I quickly remove the remainder of my own clothing and reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom. I roll it down my hard shaft, giving it a few tugs as I prepare myself for the moment I slide inside her for the first time.
“Ah,” she cries out as I line my body up with hers. I push inside, just as I take her mouth with a kiss. I swallow her cries as I thrust all the way in. She’s oh-so-tight. The grip her body has on my cock makes it hard to think or move.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips as I pull out and thrust back in, this time not staying put as long. I slide back and forth, my pending orgasm building and building as we move together.
“I can’t hold off any longer,” she tells me, and I give it all I’ve got left. My orgasm barrels out of me just as Lacey’s body is convulsing around my dick. I try my best not to pin her to the bed, but my body is so languid, I don’t think I can hold up any body part, at the moment.
Once I have an ounce of strength, I pull out, and immediately regret that I have to do that. I’d happily stay buried inside Lacey’s pussy all day and night.
I get up and discard the condom in the master bathroom. I grab a clean washcloth from the linen closet, running it under water before I take it to her to use to clean up with.
“Thank you,” she states as I hand over the cloth.
“Nothing to thank me for,” I tell her honestly.
“That was incredible, and I’m not just saying that to make your ego big. I truly haven’t had an experience like that in years.”
“I’m glad I could be of some service.” I smirk before I take another kiss. They’ve become like a drug to me, and I can’t get enough of them.
13
LACEY
I liein Garrett’s bed, the afterglow of an orgasm still running through my blood. I don’t know where I got the nerve to ask for that from him tonight. My kids are just in the other room, for crying out loud. How irresponsible am I that I let this man take me into another room from them and fuck me like I’m his?
“Stop overthinking it,” he says, pulling me out of my own internal panic.
“How do you even know I’m overthinking?” I ask.
“Because of the furrow of your brows, plus the way you’re frowning,” he says.
“Oh,” I state. I didn’t realize my facial features could give away what I was thinking so clearly.
“It’s okay, just stop analyzing what happened. We’re both consenting adults who made a mutual decision. I hope you don’t regret that decision, because I sure don’t,” he tells me.
“No regret. Just so many thoughts running through my head,” I admit to him.
“Thoughts are perfectly acceptable, but regrets aren’t, so I’m glad to know you aren’t having them,” he says.