Blaire and I have our fingers locked together as we take the elevator up to her new apartment. I’m a thirty-six-year-old man and I don’t think I’ve held a woman’s hand like this since I was a teenager. But right now, I can’t stop touching her. I can’t believe she’s actually mine.
Kim is waiting in the apartment when we go up. She has a sloppy grin on her face when we walk in together holding hands.
“Phew! I knew you just needed to talk,” she says. Blaire breaks away from me, and I watch as the two of them hug.
She gives me a happy wink over Blaire’s shoulder. “So, looks like you’ll have to pack up and move again? This time you won’t need my help.”
Kim goes to the door while Blaire comes over to me again, to rest her head on my shoulder.
I kiss the top of her head, and we wave at Kim as she leaves.
Blaire looks up at me with her big blue eyes, and I feel like I’m sinking. I have an arm wrapped around her, but I want more. I want to experience every part of her.
“I missed you so much, Trevor. I thought I lost you forever. I thought I lost my chance at happiness,” she says in a heavy whisper as I take her mouth to mine again.
I wrap her in my arms, consuming her with my body as much as I can. While we kiss, her hand travels down to the bulge in my pants. I’ve been trying to keep it under control, but my desire for her is untamable. She gently strokes me through my pants while my hands travel all over the heavenly lace of her dress.
Our mouths are fused together, and I lift her up. She wraps her long legs around my waist. Her arms are around my neck. I have to tilt my head back so I can keep kissing this beautiful woman.
I carry her into the kitchen. There’s just one light on, and it is brightly illuminating the table. The room is completely empty. The table is bare.
I lay her down on the table, spreading her legs wide apart as I wedge myself between them.
She reaches for me, unbuttoning my shirt, helping me out of my clothes. I push her dress up around her waist. Pull down her panties. We are so hungry for each other, like we’ve been starving for days. I need to be inside her.
My pants fall off. She lays back down again. I pull out my cock. Hard and throbbing. I grab her thighs and spread them even further apart. I need to see it. I need to witness that moment when I push myself inside her and claim her.
“Trevor, please. Now!” she cries out in desperation, and I thrust my cock into her. I grunt with pleasure, and she sighs. Nothing feels as good as when I’m inside her. This feels like home.
I move inside her, hard and strong. I’m not going to last long. This time, it’s not about foreplay or taking our time—we are both desperate to rush to the end. To feel that sweet pleasure of relief.
I pound my cock in her while her legs remain locked around my waist. Her body bounces lightly with every thrust. She has her lips parted in a soundless moan, her eyes are shut tight, and she reaches for me, tightening her grip on my arms as she comes.
This is what I was waiting for. I let go. My cum shoots into her at the same time as she shudders with her orgasm. I can feel my seed dribbling inside her now. This is the woman I am choosing as the mother for Anya. This is the woman I want as the mother of my other children. I want to build a family with her.
My body starts relaxing, and Blaire starts chuckling. She bursts into an uncontrollable laugh as I pull myself out of her.
“You know, it’s not very flattering when you start laughing right after sex,” I say as I pull up my pants.
She pulls her knees up to her chin as she remains perched on the edge of the kitchen table.
“I’m just laughing at what idiots we have been. When I’m with you, I feel complete. This feels natural. How was I going to spend the rest of my life without you?” She dabs at the happy tears in the corners of her eyes, and I press my forehead