My back tingles and my balls draw up as I climb closer toward my release. Tennessee lets out a cry, her body beginning to tremble even more, her thighs shaking and her muscles tightening. I feel her pussy flutter around me and I know that she’s so close.
My fingers move harder and faster against her clit, my hips slamming harder and harder with each thrust. The control that I had just a moment ago, the fear of hurting her, it’s gone. I can’t hold anything back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she shouts. “More. I’m close.”
I do exactly as she asks. I give her more. I fuck her harder, my fingers move faster, applying more pressure and then it happens. I feel it before she gasps. She comes and her release feels fucking fantastic. My hips pump into her a few more rough thrusts, then I bury myself deep and with a groan, I empty myself inside of her.
Breathing heavily, I slowly lift my head and look into her eyes. We’re both panting, our gazes focused on one another for a moment, then at the same time, our lips curve up into small grins.
“I can’t move,” I admit.
My calves are cramped in place and so are my thighs. Tennessee giggles. “I can’t either.”
Slowly, I force myself to back away from her. Slipping from her warmth with a grunt. When I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach forward and slowly push her legs back together. She moans, then lets out a sigh once I’m finished.
I’m not ready to leave the bed yet, so I prop myself against the headboard and gather her in my arms, pulling her front against my side.
“Tell me, Landry,” she whispers.
Her fingers are swirling through the hair on my chest and my body is spent, the liquor flowing through me and all I can think about is falling asleep naked next to the woman that I love. The woman that I’m going to propose to as soon as I’m sober.
“What, honey?”
Her fingers continue as I wait for her to speak. I know that it has to do with Susan and I fucking hate that she has to be such a big part of my relationship, but I did this shit to myself, to Tennessee.
“Susan has been an escort all these years and nobody knew?”
“No.”
“What about the kids?”
I clear my throat, my hands finding her hair and I run my fingers through the strands. “They have always had a nanny. I worked long hours and she was always going on trips and girls’ nights, at least that’s what I thought. When my kids were young, I tried to spend as much time with them as possible, but she was never very involved. I just figured she wanted her space and needed some freedom from the confines of motherhood, from me working so much and leaving her alone.”
Tennessee doesn’t speak right away. She inhales a deep breath, then lifts her head so that she can look into my eyes.
“Do you want your kids to know?” she asks.
I shrug a shoulder. “Is that something you would want to know about your mother?”
“Not ever. But you’re going to tell her that, you know?”
I nod my head. “I am. She needs to stop with her antics. This is the only way that I know. Once this happens, then I take my clients and my company from beneath her, she won’t have a leg to stand on. Maybe she’ll just realize that she’s acting foolish?”
“Or she’ll become even more spiteful?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “Would you leave me if she did?”
Tennessee pushes up more, her hair falling all around her like a sheet. She shifts closer to me, lowering her head, her lips touch mine.
“I was lost inside my own head. In my selfishness, I said something that I didn’t mean and still don’t. I’m not going anywhere, Landry. I love you.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I roll her onto her back, my hips fitting between her slightly spread legs. Nipping her bottom lip with my teeth, I tug gently.
“Thank fuck, because I wasn’t planning on letting you go. I never plan on it.”
“What do you plan on?” she asks, her voice soft but her chest moving quickly with her shallow breaths.
Grinning, I look down at her, unable to hide my smile as it grows. “I plan on everything, honey. I’m going to put a ring on your finger, give you my last name and put my baby inside of