Open-mouthed, we breathe against one another before I take my fingers and hers away from her pussy and slowly inch my cock inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, tilting my head back.
“You do too.” She takes the opportunity to suck against the skin of my throat, nipping my Adam’s apple.
Spreading her thighs further apart, I press deeper into her. We both grunt as our hips meet. Pressing into her, I set a punishing rhythm I’m not sure either of us can keep up. But we do. I bury my head against her chest as I lift her up higher and close my eyes. Just letting the feeling of her wrapping around me press me into natural movement.
Her pussy gets wetter the faster I go, helping me to slip in and out. “Shit.” I nip at her chest, exposed by the cut of her dress. “I don’t know if I can last with the way you’re squeezing me.”
“Don’t,” she groans. “I wanna come. Don’t you wanna come too?”
Fuck. Yes.
Picking up speed, I thrust into her, holding my body tight as I try not to let go, but she’s gripping me so deeply and tightly I can’t help it.
“Uh, uh, uh.” I punctuate each grunt with harder thrusts as I let go inside her.
“Yes, ohhh yes,” she moans, lazily meeting me with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Breathing deeply, we look at each other, smiling and wondering just what in the world we’ve gotten ourselves into. I rub my finger along her shoulder, too amped up to sleep.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks softly.
I don’t know if this is the time to bring it up, but it’s what’s on my mind and if I don’t do it here, I might never have the chance to do it again. “How my grandfather always assumed no good girls would ever be seen with his grandsons because we’re of mixed races. He said we’d never have girlfriends and we’d have to go back to Mexico to find love. Jokes on him, huh?”
“How does he feel about Sam’s wife being Black?” She questions. “Does it both him as much as your dad?”
“Nope, it doesn’t. I can distinctly remember hearing some hushed conversations when I was little about my ‘dirty’ father. Stupid me at the time, thought it was because he worked in actual dirt,” a harsh laugh escapes my throat. “Back then I didn’t understand, but as I got older, I saw it. I still see it.”
“I’m sorry,” she rubs her palm against my chest. “Maybe we’re together because we understand what it’s like to be hurt.”
I drop a kiss on her forehead. “I wish we didn’t, but I’ve heard a few stories about Chief.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “He and mom just didn’t get along after I was born. I woke up one morning, he said they were getting divorced and I never saw her again. I sometimes wonder if it was me that made her unhappy, or just this place. There are moments when I hope she’s found a life that she enjoys, then there’s others when I’m salty and I hope she’s lived her life with the self-doubt I have.”
“Both of those things can be true, babe. She can be happy and still have self-doubt.”
She smiles. “Thanks for that.”
“Anytime. Anything to see you smile.”