It’s like time has slowed as I hang in this moment, staring at her bouncing breasts, the way her mouth shifts as she moans, and then down, lower, at the sight of my huge cock burrowing into her tightness.
My entire length is soaked with come, her release and mine making it glisten.
It only adds to the pressure in my balls, more of my seed flooding out and into my woman until I’m left spent and deflated.
She wraps her arms around me as I collapse atop her, my lips pushing against her neck, tasting her sweat, lust, and everything.
Our future and our love.
Love, because I know there’s no other way to describe this, and I don’t care how crazy it would sound to the rest of the world.
I’m not interested in them.
Rolling aside, I pull her into my arms.
She relaxes into my embrace, placing her hand on my chest.
“I thought that was going to be so freaking scary,” she murmurs.
“And it wasn’t?”
I feel her smile against my chest, her cheek changing shape. “It was for maybe a minute. But then it just started to feel so good. Like….”
“Like we were made for this, you and me. Made to give into this need. And wrong to ever fight it.”
“Yes,” she whispers, kissing my chest. “Exactly.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Lucy
“I’ve stopped questioning it now,” I tell Jane, sitting back in the recliner chair and letting the sunlight rest against my glasses.
“I can’t believe it’s been awholeweek of you not being a virgin. I’m proud of you.”
I laugh, looking over to find her smiling broadly. I know she’s joking, but this past week has easily been the best of my life.
First, there was the matter of basically moving in with Logan.
It happened on the second day, just like that.
He turned to me after we made love and said, “Live here.”
He was sitting up in bed, his body all sweaty from what we’d just done. My core was aching, my pussy all wet and tingly still.
That’s another thing I’m learning. Making love andfucking– like we did the first time – aren’t always the same.
That day, we did it slowly with me on top, our eyes locked the whole time. But even toward the end, the animal came out in him when he grabbed my ass and started thrusting up into me hard.
I need to stop thinking about that part. Logan’s so freaking distracting, in the best way, even when he’s not here.
I told him yes. I didn’t have to think, and then I worried about Jane.
Jane looks at me now, across Logan’s balcony.
No,ourbalcony.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d be pissed.”