“Oh no, you have to stop,” she begs.
She’s shaking.
It’s working.
She’s almost there.
Hell no, I’m not stopping.
I plant a hand on her ass, guiding her body into my forward-thrusting hips as she grinds against me. The fullness of her breasts turns rock hard, but she doesn’t stop, she is too far gone, and then sweet fluid from her tits is running down my throat and my shirt is dripping. The quivering of her body increases and she lets go, driving me to distraction.
I struggle to hold my own body back. I never expected having a woman’s breasts run would be a turn-on. But, oh fuck, watching her get off this way is one nerve-jolting show. Even the taste of her milk makes me pulse harder.
I lie back on the bed, taking her with me, and quickly kiss her, capturing the breathless pants from her mouth. Lord, I want her now, and he sure as fuck wants out of these pants.
I turn her beneath me. Between kisses and touches I pull off her shorts and tiny thong. I kiss her navel. Her pelvis. My hands roam anxiously, travel downward to her vulva. I do a slow circle around her with the tips of my fingers. I groan…she’s fucking beyond wet.
I shed my clothes and cover her with my body. “I’ve never seen you come so hard, so fast. It’s a fucking miracle my cock didn’t explode just watching you.” I thrust a finger inside her as I devour her mouth. She is hot and tight and wet…and fuck, she’s thrusting again into my palm. I press the heel of my hand to her clitoris, pushing, and she cries out, writhing beneath me, on the edge of orgasm again.
I angle my body between her legs, pushing them farther apart, touching her cunt with the tip of my cock, shimmying side to side, teasing her, but not plunging.
She tenses and her eyes fly wide. Her expression changes.
What?
Panic?
Oh fuck, don’t tell me to stop now.
She pulls her body from underneath me, then completely away to the far side of the bed, and I fall on my pillow, groaning. How did I blow this? My cock does a painful jolt in protest and my body shudders.
“Chrissie—”
She silences me with a scorching kiss and moves until she’s straddling me. I open my eyes. Her face is above me, passion flushed, tense and ready to go. Oh shit—she’s trying to rip open a foil square.
Really, Chrissie?
Fucking rubbers?
Then all the things I’ve done in the last year flash through my head. I regretted them when I did them. But never as much as I do now, coming face-to-face with the only woman I’ve ever loved and shared full intimacy with, trusted enough to give her all of me after the nightmare of Molly’s mother, grabbing for a rubber before she lets me inside her.
It’s wounding.
It hurts.
I’m amazed my cock is still on board.
With unexpected skill, Chrissie pinches the tip to get out the air, and rolls the rubber down all ten inches exactly right. She adds a nice squeeze before she moves her hand. I groan, and before I can move she gloves my erection with her cunt and jams me roughly into her.
Her fingers curl in my hair like claws and I move my body in her, up and down, flexing hips, as far I can go, devouring her with my kisses. The deeper I go, the harder and faster she moves. She is shaking again, and I want to rage inside her until there is nothing left in me but her.
I clutch her against me, kissing her wildly, more tongue, deeper and harder than I’ve ever fucked her mouth. She cries out—oh fuck, I don’t want to come yet—but she is tightening around me, shuddering, and I let go in a ripping release that shoots across every nerve in me, head to toe.
I struggle to catch my breath, my limbs are shaking, and my pelvis continues flexing even as I try to quiet me. I breathe in and out and she melts down onto me.
I wrap her in my arms and kiss her hair. My gaze shifts to the clock. It’s only midnight. I’ve got eight more hours. I can still make love to her the way I want to tonight. The way she deserves. The way we both deserve it.
I adjust her on my chest until she’s curled into my side, one leg and arm draped over me. She begins to softly touch and kiss me. Fuck, I have missed this. Her. The way it feels to be sex-drained and surrounded by Chrissie.
I pull off the rubber, knot it and drop it on the floor. A prick of irritation. An unwanted intruder. I don’t want to ruin the minutes of the after with her. But fuck, I want to feel the inside of her tight and wet around me. No buffer. Just my flesh and hers.
I lightly brush her back. I bury my lips in her hair. “The condoms aren’t unnecessary, Chrissie. I get checked regularly, and I’ve always been paranoid and careful. You know that. But I’ll go get checked for everything again. And then can we lose the damn rubbers?”
Her chin lifts from my chest. Her eyes are strangely intense. “No. We can’t. They are very necessary, Alan. I went off the pill before I married Jesse. While the possibility of me getting pregnant is pretty low, I don’t want to risk it. Do you?”
Oh fuck. Not on the pill.
Worse, I brought Jesse into the room with us.
If the mention of Jesse is upsetting to her, it doesn’t feel like it. She’s still kissing my chest and her fingers are lightly stroking down my abdomen. She hovers at that tattoo on my lower abdomen, tracing it with a fingertip in a manner I know well. Then lower and lower, but fuck, never there.
My body stirs and my cock starts to harden again anyway. “How many condoms do you have? I hope you don’t have just one.”
She laughs.
Good.
Tense moment and mention of Jesse gone from the bedroom.
Her breasts tantalizingly massage against me as her body shudders with her amusement. She peeks at me, her cheeks flushed and her angel eyes lusty. “A full box. Minus one. I planned ahead.”
I drag her upward on my body, filling my hands with the flesh of her ass and molding her against my erection as I fuck her mouth with my kiss.
She starts to move against me, rubbing her clit there. She stills and pulls against my arms to lift her face. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”
Frowning, I watch her spring from the bed, grab my shirt from the floor, cover her body and hurry out the door. Groaning, my head falls back against the pillow.
Where did she go?
Get me rock hard again and then take off.
So Chrissie.
I hear her voice from the hallway. I turn on my side and lean up on a hip and elbow just as she comes into the room and kicks the door closed behind her.
Fuck, she went for the baby.
How did she hear Khloe?
I didn’t hear anything.
I sit up in bed, for some reason covering my lower body with a sheet—stupid, Alan, stupid—as Chrissie settles beside me.
“She woke up?” I ask.
“No,” she says in a long, exaggerated way, smiling at Khloe as she settles her on a pillow across her lap. “You hovered at my tits too long. They’re painful. I need her, otherwise they’ll drip all night and hurt like hell in the morning.”
I try to look contrite. “It worked out well, though, didn’t it?”
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, and her eyes begin to sparkle. “Pretty darn good. But there’s a trade. Here’s the trade. I’ve got to feed her and get her back to sleep before we get to do anything else.”
It doesn’t look promising. The baby is irate from being woken. Not going to happen again tonight, Alan. I recline on my side and watch. She brushes a nipple against the baby’s mouth, and when it opens, she shoves it in.
Fuck, Chrissie is mesmerizing. Even more enthralling now that she is comfortable and natural about her body. Totally different from the girl I fell in love with. Exactly the same in other ways.
Beautiful.
They both are.
I feel emotion clog my throat.
A sting to my eyes.
Fuck, not tears again.
I run a hand through my hair, then give the waves a hard clutch with my fingers trying to hold back what I’m feeling. Not working. I close my eyes.