this with the simple press of a proverbial button.
She was in one of my shirts, so she pulled it to her stomach then arched her back to get it off all the way.
I moved on top of her, our bodies coming close together, the tops of my thighs pressed against her inner ones. My weight pressed her into the mattress, and I positioned myself on top of her, folding her underneath me, getting her in the exact position I wanted to take her.
Then I slid inside her…and she was so smooth.
She moaned quietly, her hands immediately anchoring into my back, her nails digging into my flesh.
She felt so fucking good. I was a man who succumbed to the perfection of a woman, feeling like a king wrapped around in her warm tightness. But it felt even better because it was her…and it was me. When we’d made love in the kitchen, I’d lasted less than five seconds because it’d been the longest dry spell of my adult life. Now, it’d only been a week…and the same thing had happened again.
I came at our contact, filling her pussy with an urge I couldn’t control. It was instinctual, carnal. I came with a moan, giving her a load of seed that immediately dripped to the sheets beneath us. With my forehead pressed to hers, I breathed against her mouth, feeling my cock remain hard as steel because I was still so fucking aroused, turned on by my own climax, how she demolished my threshold just by being underneath me.
I started to move, sliding through my own come, ready to give her an encore so good she would forget the first act.
She locked her ankles around my waist and rocked with me, panting against my mouth, moaning quietly so my son wouldn’t hear the pleasure we couldn’t contain. Her lips moved to mine, and she kissed me gently, her lips trembling like she was about to explode herself, like all she needed was contact and a little friction.
And then she did, coming with a long and sexy moan.
Fuck, at least I wasn’t the only one.
She whispered against my lips. “Just a warm-up…”
I thrust through my come and hers, so turned on it seemed like I hadn’t just exploded a moment ago. I tried to swallow my moans and keep them quiet, but it was fucking impossible. She just felt so good; this felt so right. I’d missed her. I’d missed this. I could never go back to the way my life used to be, having casual sex with women who meant nothing to me, not when sex could be this good…when I was in love.
Four
Cleo
We sat in the back seat of the SUV, Derek in between us in a puffy jacket and a beanie.
“What does snow taste like?” Derek asked.
“Like soft ice,” I said.
“Not like a snow cone?” he asked sadly.
I chuckled. “No, unfortunately.”
Deacon was on his phone, probably taking care of work emails.
I watched him, seeing the way his strong wrists poked out of his long-sleeved shirt. He was clearly tired because we’d gone to sleep so late, but I doubted he regretted it. It felt the way it used to, when neither one of us cared about the obnoxious sound of the alarm clock the next morning.
It wasn’t exactly the way it used to be, but it was getting there. I never wanted to be the cause of problems with Deacon, Valerie, and Derek, but Deacon wouldn’t allow Valerie to manipulate him, to get rid of me. He stood by me, stood his ground, said I was family.
It meant the world to me.
I knew Valerie was a bitch, but a part of me just felt bad for her. She didn’t get what she wanted, and it hurt so much that she behaved irrationally. She had her sights set on the man she wanted and would do anything to keep him.
But he was mine.
I made him happy…and he made me happy.
“Can we fish in the cold?” Derek asked.
My eyes were on Deacon.
“No,” Deacon answered without looking away from his phone.
“Then what are we going to do?” Derek asked his father.
“It was your idea to come up here, son.”
I could tell he was busy, so I stepped in. “Playing in the snow will be a lot of fun. We can do snow angels, snowball fights, build a snowman, have hot cocoa in front of the fire, play board games…lots of stuff.”
“Ooh, that does sound fun,” Derek said. “Maybe we can color too?”
“Definitely.” I