Needing Him - Tory Baker Page 0,18
thumb is?”
“God, yes,” she purrs. I rock my hips as she comes down, both of us working together to achieve our orgasms. My thumb moves in and out. She tightens around my cock. I throw my head back and moan, “Angel, fuck yeah. Take me with you, baby.”
I watch as Giana’s whole body tightens. Her pussy clenches my cock, and her ass is doing the same to my thumb. I pull her down, raise my hips, then she’s coming, and my balls pull up tight. That feeling of euphoria takes over my body as I come inside her tight pussy.
“I’m going to get up, and you know, clean up,” she mumbles.
“Lie here with me for a few minutes first.” My hands find her breasts, letting her know in no uncertain terms that my body isn’t ready to leave hers. She moves without losing me and lies on top of me. My front to her back, my hands find her nipples. “Again?” she breathes out, feeling my cock flex inside her.
“It’s been a rough recovery.”
“Care to admit I was right and you were wrong?” Giana tilts her head to the side. My lips find hers, shutting her up with my mouth as I take her again. This time it’s slower, more languid, and my fingers rub her clit until she comes. Even then, I’m still reluctant to let her go afterwards, something that is becoming all too clear, when it comes to Giana, I never want her out of my arms.
“Fuck no,” I grouse when we pull a part.
Fourteen
Giana
After last night, getting out of bed at six this morning was hard, especially while Drake was still dead to the world with his arms wrapped around me. He took me one more time before we fell asleep. Now I’m on shift with Rita, and she has me in tears from laughter. Our rotation has been a bit quiet the past couple of weeks. The two of us think it has something to do with summer coming to a close. Most people aren’t coming in to do elective surgery when their kids are about to start school.
“I went on a date last night,” Rita says out of nowhere.
“What? And you’re just now telling me? How’d it go? Tell me everything.”
“I met Tom on that online dating site, you know, for us older folks. I was apprehensive at first, but I texted my daughter where I was going, when I got there, when I left, and also when I got home. I know how she feels with my granddaughter now. Shew, when I was raising her and my son, there didn’t seem to be all of these weirdos popping out of the woodwork. Anyways, we went for dinner and stayed till closing time. He’s a widower, has two grown boys, and a few grandchildren of his own. Oh, and we’re going on another date this week.” She toots her own horn.
“That makes me so happy for you. I know you waited till your kids were grown to really get back out there. This is a step in the right direction, and I can’t wait to meet him. You want me to have Drake do a background check on him?” I joke.
“Oh posh, that young man of yours is busy to his ears. Not to mention this dating app runs all of that before you can even be a member. Tell me about Drake and yourself. Are you living with him now?” She’s flitting through charts and paperwork.
“More or less. I think most of my clothes are there. My parents took it better than I thought they would. That’s partially because I think my dad wanted a son for so long. The two of them are practically joined at the hip, and when everyone is over at the house or hanging out at one of the guys’ houses, someone inevitably invites them over. It’s like we're all one big, happy family.” It was just last weekend when we all met at Travis and Raelynn’s farm. Yes, farm. She has goats, donkeys, and they even added two llamas. Anyways, the guys were helping Travis work on a new barn to house all the animals for winter when, low and behold, Raelynn, Taylor, Kellie, and I were sitting on their front porch as my parents rolled in. Mom fit right in with us, and Dad went and worked with the guys.
“That’s good. I know it’s not easy for us parents to let go. I’m glad they’re handling