“Tell me,” he says as his finger draws a circle around my nipple. It’s almost impossible to think straight.
“I want to believe...”
But before I get it all out, his face comes within inches of mine. “Believe it, baby. Believe that together we can do anything... we can be anything.”
He’s moved over top of me. His large body brings a comfort I’ve never felt before. His cock is hard and thick between us, and he’s sliding between my thighs. I put my hands on his back and bring him to me, forcing his weight to lie on me heavily. “Make love to me, Josh. Please?”
He moans as he lowers his lips to mine. His kiss is demanding, and he slides his hand between us, down my belly and parts my wet, swollen lips. His thumb strokes across my clit and I flex my hips, riding his hand. Already, I’m so close. I’ve craved his touch for months, and to actually experience it now is just too much.
“I need you,” he grunts into my neck. He’s kissing me, and it’s driving me wild.
I drag my nails down his back and cup his ass, urging him to do it. “Take me. Please, take me, Josh.” I open my legs wider, and he slides into me until he’s buried balls deep. I throw my head back as he takes long thrusts inside me. “Yes. Yes,” I moan.
His fingers work magic on my swollen bundle of nerves as he moves in and out of me. “Don’t stop,” I beg him.
“Come for me, baby. Take what you want. It’s yours.”
My body locks up, and every muscle strains tight. My orgasm rolls through me, and I milk his cock as he shoots stream after stream of his cum deep into my womb.
I’m quiet as he pulls out of me. He disappears into the bathroom, and when he comes out, he has a warm cloth in his hand. I try to take it from him, but he shakes me off. “I got it.”
He washes between my legs, and the intimacy in that simple act goes straight to my racing heart. He tosses the cloth into the basket and then dries me off before lying down in bed next to me. He pulls me into his arms. “I didn’t even think to pull out. I’m clean, though; I want you to know that.”
I make a squeaking sound because I know I should say it. I know I need to tell him.
I turn in his arms and look at him. He looks the same as he did the day I met him, strong, virile, and handsome, but today he looks different.
“You look tired.”
He yawns. “I was on a red-eye last night. I got your papers this morning and came straight to you, so yeah, I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours.”
“Oh no, that’s not good, Josh. Go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
He yawns and shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. We need to talk.”
I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his chest. His arms tighten around me, and I can already hear his breathing start to flatten out. “It’s okay. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Only seconds go by, and he’s out. But his hold on me never loosens.
* * *
Josh
I rise up in an instant and look around the strange room. She’s gone. Again she’s gone.
I roll out of the bed and stand up. “Violet,” I holler.
I stride out of the bedroom, down the hall and to the living room. From there, I can see her on the back porch, drinking coffee from a mug. I breathe out a sigh of relief and walk out to her. She gasps, her eyes wide when she sees the state I’m in. I’m naked, my cock thick and heavy bobbing between my legs as I walk toward her. She sets the mug down on the table. “Josh, what are you doing?”
I pick her up from the chair and sit down with her on my lap. She’s straddling me, her long T-shirt high on her thighs. “I thought you left me.”
I’m watching where my cock is rubbing along her panty-covered core. My precum is either soaking her panties or they were already wet. “Are you wet, Violet? Have you been thinking of me?”
She doesn’t answer me. She puts her hand on the side of my face and forces me to look at her. “I told you I wouldn’t leave again. Not without talking to you first. I saw that look in your eyes. You thought I bailed on you.”
I stare back at her guiltily because she’s right. I didn’t believe her. I thought for sure she’d left me. I pull her panties to the side and slide my dick through her folds. She raises up and then impales herself on it. Up and down she moves, and I put my hands on her hips to guide her over me. She’s moving front to back, side to side, looking for that perfect combination that will bring her to orgasm. I grip her hips tightly, stopping her. “Tell me the truth. Are you wet because you were thinking of me? Were you thinking about sitting on my cock and making me come again?”
She moans, nodding her head. “Yes. For two months now, that’s all I’ve thought about. I need you, Josh. Make me feel good.”