around her, and I grip one of her tits, my mouth right next to her ear.
I thrust into her with a long, deliberate stroke.
“Oh my God.” Mary’s body tenses but quickly relaxes.
“Is this what you wanted, Mary? To get fucked?”
“Mmhmm.”
I speed my hips up, knowing I’m maybe a minute from blowing deep inside her. She’s so hot and wet, clenched around me. I move my hand down and circle her clit as I fuck into her. Her back arches, and one of her hands flies back, like she can’t take it anymore and tries to push me away.
It only fuels my hips more. The smacking sound of our wet skin colliding echoes through my room, coupled with Mary’s moans that grow louder and louder.
I reach up with my arm that’s pinned beneath her, and cup it over her mouth. “Your moans are for me. Not my neighbors.” I speed my finger up on her clit, and Mary trembles in my arms.
The second she clamps down on my cock, I’m done for. My body tenses and my load creeps up my shaft. I grind my teeth, doing everything I can to hold back, but the feeling is just too intense, and I let loose while she comes all over my dick.
I stroke her clit the entire time as I blow inside the condom, wishing it was bare, skin to skin. I don’t even give a fuck if I would’ve gotten her pregnant. I want to.
I want her mine forever. I want kids with her, a family.
I want everything.
Once we finish, I don’t let go of her. I just squeeze her tight to my chest, so she knows she’s mine.
“Rick?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I take the blindfold off so I can look at you?”
I laugh. “Shit, yeah, sorry.” I pull the tie from her eyes.
When she looks at me, my heart comes alive.
It’s too soon, but I just want to sit there and tell her how much I love her, over and over again.
Tell her she’s perfect. Because she is.
That familiar pang returns to my stomach, even though she made me forget about it for just a little while. I don’t know if it’s ever going to go away. What I do know, is I have to figure out what I’m going to do about everything else, outside of us.
Mary Patrick
After-party sex with Rick last night was amazing, and I don’t regret it. Not one bit. It was even better than the last time, if that’s possible.
I glance up at him as we walk into Quinn’s passing-the-bar party.
Something is off with him. I could feel it the second we finished last night, right before we went to sleep. I don’t think it has anything to do with us and everything to do with Wells Covington. I saw the way they glared at each other as I walked up to the table last night.
It’s only been a week, and I promised myself I’d let him open up to me on his time, but how can I do that? He’s hurting, and I just want to fix it. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with your partner?
He makes a huge deal about me telling him everything I want, my likes and dislikes, what I need so he can make me happy. I want to do the same for him so bad. It’s the only thing in my life I want right now.
He has to open up to me. If he wants to be with me, then he needs to be with me. I can’t do this one-way street of emotional vulnerability. I’ve told him things I’ve never shared with anyone else. My past won’t compare to his, but he needs to trust me, or this will never work.
Tonight, after this party, we have to talk. We just have to. I’ll probably chicken out, or let him change the conversation, but my brain still does its best to convince me tonight is the night where I get him to finally trust me.
“Congratulations, lawyer!” We walk up to Quinn and I give her a huge hug. She’s so pretty and nice, and her baby is adorable, even though I don’t see her. I always make Quinn show me pictures at work. This must all be surreal for her. She went to night school and worked so hard, and now she just passed the bar exam and is officially a lawyer, all while getting married and having a child. “Where’s Delaney?”