TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,67
jaw, he twists my hair up in his hand and tugs gently, elongating my neck so he can feather kisses along the delicate skin.
I try to move my hips, desperate for friction.
“Look at you,” he growls, still standing there motionless as a statue. “Look at us. At how perfect we fit.”
Swallowing hard, I follow his command. I stare at our reflections—at our flushed, sweat-slicked skin. At the wild, sex-crazed looks in our eyes. At his perfect body molded to mine. My heart pounds, ringing in my ears.
When he’s satisfied that I’ve seen my fill, he begins to piston his hips, pumping in and out at a punishing pace.
“Harder,” I shout, slamming back into his cock while he rubs the pads of his fingers over my pert nipples.
“Like that, baby?” he asks, resting a hand above mine on the glass as he drives into me over and over.
My mouth falls open, my jaw quivering with need. “I’m coming. Oh… Yes. Yes, Liam, right there.” All of the blood in my body rushes to my core, filling the space until there’s no more room. My God, it’s the most exquisite torture, this feeling of sheer desperation, of I can’t take anymore, just before the dam bursts.
Not even the sound of the glass cracking can distract us from our impending orgasms. His cock begins to twitch deep inside, warning that me he’s close. It’s the push that drives me over the edge. I freefall, trusting him completely to take me to another realm. My body jerks through the explosion, rocking my core, milking his release with my own.
Even after he’s finished, he doesn’t let up, pulling every last wave of pleasure from my body until I’m limp and sated in his strong arms.
We collapse on the rug in front of my garden tub, a tangle of limbs. A mound of heaving breaths. A symphony of erratic heartbeats.
When my breathing has resumed a normal pace, I look over my shoulder at my husband, with his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. “You’re replacing that mirror tomorrow, I hope you know.”
He chuckles, gripping my chin and pulling my mouth to his. “You’re paying up on that blow job tomorrow,” he rasps, before tracing my lips with his tongue. “I hope you know.”
Liam
On edge
“Girls!” I shout across the lawn to Ellie and Kennedi when they start to get lost in the thickening crowd. “Stay where I can see you.”
I get a thumbs-up from Ellie and a wave from her friend before they switch directions on their rollerblades, heading back toward me along the paved walkway.
“S’up Midge?” I tip my chin like I would if she were one of my boys.
The little dog’s face tilts, her eyes shining as if she’s actually interested in what I have to say.
“Can you believe you’re going to have a little brother this time next year?” I scruff the top of her head, imagining lazy Saturdays at the park with Nya and the kids.
Kids. As in more than one.
“I mean, I guess it could be a sister, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I just have this feeling, you know?”
She barks.
“Guess we’ll find out one way or the other next week.” I toss her little ping pong ball out into the grass, shaking my head and laughing to myself. Is this really what my life has become?
Yep. Pretty sure it’s time to have my man card revoked.
“This is why we need another dude in the house, Midgy-Moo. All you girls are turning me soft.” I snatch her up into my arms when she returns with the ball and tighten the pink bow that’s starting to slip out of her hair. Nya will have my ass if we lose this thing.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Hannah Banana sneaks up behind me, her hand clutched in Chance’s. She’s dressed in pink scrubs, with her hair in a ponytail. She must’ve just gotten off work.
Yeah. Those two are still going strong. Crazy shit, seeing my boy all domesticated, with a picnic basket hanging on his arm.
“Hey y’all. The girls are over there skating.” I point them out. “Nya’s finishing up at the Houseman’s.”
“Oh, boo.” Hannah pouts. “I was hoping she was around somewhere.”
“Sorry, just me.” Girls crack me up. You could swear the two of them didn’t just have lunch together yesterday. They never seem to tire of one another.
“S’up, man?” Chance nods his head my way while spreading a blanket across the grass. “Looks like we’re joining ya.”