It’s such a beautiful sound leaving her throat. The contentedness in her voice has me aching in places I didn’t realize could ache.
It’s the soulful kind, the one that lets you know it’s real love and it’s fucking pure.
“I’ll book us flights,” I offer immediately. “We’ll travel, and I’ll work from a laptop.”
She smiles innocently, but after the two weeks of pure unadulterated fucking we’ve done, I know she’s anything but innocent. Taking the kid gloves off changed us both, making us inseparable and desperate for each other’s touch.
Climbing off the bed, she prowls toward me in the swivel chair. She’s wearing a pale pink nightie that rests high above her knees, barely covering her pussy. She’s watching me like an animal does its prey. That’s what I’ve become—her meal for the taking—and fuck, she’s incredible when she takes charge.
It’s not often as her tastes are more for me pounding her while holding her down, but sometimes, she switches roles, and I’m weak beneath her fingertips.
She saunters over, biting her lip in the most sensual way. Taunting. She’s fucking taunting me. After she comes over to me, she places both thighs over mine, and I hold her down as she straddles me. The chair whines with our shared weight. It’s old. A vintage piece she bought from the little shop in town.
It’s hideous. Floral patterns that not even my grandmother would want. And it’s pink and beige. It matches nothing in our home, but we keep it.
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes is worth every moment of staring at the ugly thing.
She wiggles above me as I contemplate how long to make the trip to France for. My dick hardens instantly as she keeps her pace. I peer into her gaze, and she smirks. My little Sous. The best part of my existence.
“You don’t play fair, Sous,” I mutter, thumbing her lower lip. The need to bite and taste it is strong, but if we want to get the ball rolling, I need to set dates, dive into details, and get everything in place.
“Guess you should try to calm your dick, old man. It’s giving me ideas,” she teases, biting my thumb. She widens her mouth, and I press into it. She sucks on my thumb, and my cock throbs with the idea of having her mouth wrapped around it instead.
No, behave.
I mentally smack myself and pull my thumb out. She pouts, her little lip outward and adorable as she flares her nose at me.
Rotating us, I open the laptop and start looking at flights. “How about we leave tomorrow?” Weekdays aren’t as busy, and while we’ll be flying in a private jet, it’s still better to be there when it’s least eventful.
“That soon?” She perks up, and her ass grinds onto my stiffness again. Letting out a ragged sigh, I give her my full attention, gripping her hips.
“You’re a fucking menace, Sous. My cock isn’t a fan of your wiggling.”
“Liar, he loves it when I—” She presses down, the wetness from her bare pussy rubbing on my boxers more apparent. “—rub all over him.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. She leans forward, taking my mouth, and I let her. She consumes and tangles our tongues. She takes and gives and fucking moans in the best way.
My body vibrates with untapped lust, barely tampered by the need to get details in order. She knows what game she’s playing, and I love that we can do this back and forth.
“Paris,” I grouse. “Three weeks.”
“Cock,” she deflects. “Inside me.”
Those words are the only push I need before sliding my dick out and impaling her while on the swivel chair.
I keep drinking from the memories, feeling the warmth settle in my gut. Booze doesn’t affect me like others. It’s not so much a relaxant when I can’t sleep anymore. Being blackout drunk is the only way I can survive these days. I’ll binge, drink and maybe fuck someone, then I’ll hate myself so much that I attempt to asphyxiate on my own vomit.
Usually, I wake up days later, numb and depleted. You’d think I’d become numb, fix myself, go back to AA—to my sponsor, Bobbie—something. Anything.
I don’t.
This pain is what I deserve. It’s my fault.
Seeing the folder labeled private, I open it using my pin, and my breathing catches. Joey and I used to do this thing where we’d take images in super public areas and send them to each other. It all started in Paris when I went searching for a new winery for my