“Go on, baby. I need your mouth on me.” He grunts.
So I open wide again and take him deep until he’s hitting the back of my throat. Wanting to please him, I relax my throat, taking him deeper. His hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls on it, forcing me off him.
Tears come to my eyes from my gag reflex, but I can’t focus on that. He’s still holding me. “Come up here.”
He leads me up his body, and I straddle his waist, his hard cock settled at the crease of my ass. Instinctively, I roll my hips back and forth, wanting to feel him there, a place that has always been forbidden, I thought, until now. I will take Bart any way I can have him.
His hand slides between us. “Are you wet for me?”
I nod my head, because I know I’m soaked right now. Every dream I’ve ever had that included Bart and me is about to come true. I know I’m primed and ready for this.
His fingers stroke through my swollen slit, and because I can’t fight it, I start to ride his hand. He’s pinching my clit, and damn, I’m about to come. I put my hands on his waist and push my hips back out of his reach. “I want to come together. Both of us, at the same time.”
He grips his cock, stroking it up and down. “Sounds good to me.”
I lift up and position myself over top of him. Slowly, I slide down his length, and he’s filling me up until I’m completely full. I tighten around him, and he groans. “Yes.”
He lifts one hand and caresses my breast as I move my hips over him. Up and down, we reach a steady pace until I can feel my movements getting jerky. I lift until he’s just at my entrance and then I slam down again. Over and over, he fills me until I’m clenching onto his cock as my orgasm crests to the top. I buck on top of him, his hands tight on my waist as we both find our release, and my climax seems to go on forever.
Breathless, I fall down to his chest, but he doesn’t let me rest there long. He pulls me up until we’re face to face, and he plants kisses all across my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my mouth. There’s so much in that kiss it causes my heart to race and thump erratically in my chest.
I know I should get up. I know that I shouldn’t get used to being in his arms, but I can’t make myself move. I lie against him, relishing in his kiss.
I pull away reluctantly and lay my head back down on his chest. I can feel the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart under my cheek.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice raw.
I won’t lie to him. I can’t. Not about this. “I’m better than I have been in a long time. At least right now I am. In this moment.”
His hands go up and down my back soothingly, and I know I should move to the side and get my weight off of him, but I don’t want to. I’m just going to stay here a few more minutes, I tell myself. And then back to reality.
13
Chrissy
My alarm on my phone goes off, reminding me that I need to go pick up Katie from preschool. I pull it off the nightstand and turn it off. Bart, who was dozing next to me, pulls me back into his arms and wraps himself around me. In shock, I realize that I just had sex in the middle of the day with Carrie’s older brother.
What was I thinking? I’m in no place to be jumping into bed with anyone. And I can’t help it, but my mind flashes back to David calling me a whore just two days ago. With everything going on, I know I need to do what’s right for Katie. And sleeping with a man that just came back into my life and has no plans on staying is definitely not the right thing to do.
I untangle my arms and legs from Bart and roll out of the bed, sliding my T-shirt over my head as I go. “I’m sorry I got carried away. You’ve always been—well, ya’ know, and I shouldn’t have jumped you like that. It was a mistake.” I keep rambling on as I keep putting on clothes and don’t give him time to say much. “Thank you so much for your help today. I mean with the alarm and locks. I have to go and pick up Katie, but what do you say we pretend this never happened?”
He climbs out of bed, and I try to look away as he dresses but it’s impossible. My eyes are drawn to his muscled abs and chest before he covers it with his shirt. “I’m not going to act like this didn’t happen.”