“Perfect,” she whispers, eyes focused on where we’re joined together. “It’s perfect.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, sliding out slowly then back in.
But that’s all the control either of us have.
She lifts her hips and I wrap an arm around her ass to help her get positioned just right before I grip her hands once again, needing the control.
Addy’s legs wrap around my waist and my fingers tighten around hers, keeping her hand pinned to the bed as I pump into her. Going slow is long forgotten.
We try to kiss but our movements are too erratic.
I try to suck her nipple into my mouth.
She tries to lean up and kiss my chest.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Addy.”
“So do you.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“You are,” she says, confused.
“I mean, I’m already looking forward to the next time.” I slow down so I can kiss her. “And the next.” Another kiss. “And the next.”
“The things you say…”
The words that I’m saying aren’t even close to what I’m feeling.
I open my mouth to tell her that but then she reaches between us, her hand touching the base of my dick and there are no more words.
We move together, our hips working against each other but together.
Gripping her other hand in mine, I keep her still and do the work for us both, pounding into her and only slowly down to lift her leg and drape it over my shoulder, plunging even deeper.
Our breaths are heavy and our lips graze, her nipples hard and pebbled, teasing my chest.
With the new angle, it doesn’t take her long to scream through her orgasm.
And it doesn’t take me long to follow right after her.
I grind against her and grunt through my release, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.
“Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“I’ve never had three orgasms before,” she says, giggling, causing aftershocks to roll through me. I moan at the sensation and lift my head that I buried in her neck while I was planting myself inside her, look down at her, and take in the look on her face. Committing it to memory. The first time I came inside her. The fact that I was able to give her three orgasms makes me feel like a king.
“You’re beautiful.” It’s an understatement but those two words are a struggle to force out of my mouth as it is. Breathing alone is difficult, let alone having the ability to form coherent words.
“So are you,” she tells me, her hand on my face.
“Hardly.”
“You’re inside me and just gave me three orgasms after you told me you’re in love with me. All this for the first time. If I tell you that you’re beautiful, trust me that I’m speaking the truth.”
I grin.
“I didn’t use a condom or even ask if that was something we needed to worry about.”
“I’m healthy.”
“Me, too. And honestly, if you’re not on birth control, I’m okay with that.” Her eyes widen at my admission and I kiss her. “The thought of planting my baby in your stomach has me ready to fuck you again.”
“We should probably slow down a little bit.”
“I’d say knowing each other for twenty-five years means we can speed through a couple of the steps. But if you feel like I’m rushing you, I’ll take a few steps back.”
“I’m not on birth control but I know my body and we’re at a time that’s safe that I won’t get pregnant.”
“Damn.”
She grins. “I thought you said you’d take a few steps back?”
I grin back. “I lied. Well, not really. I’ll go at your pace but just know that my pace is probably a lot faster than yours.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I finally have you, Addy. I’ve wanted this a long time and my patience is seriously at risk.” Another kiss and I begin to slip out of her. “I promise you I will never pressure you to go anywhere you aren’t ready to go with me. Just know I’m here. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Her eyes grow wet and I’m not about to have her crying any sort of tears while she and I are in bed together so I change the subject. “We need to clean up. Eat something. And then I have plans for more of this for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Twenty
Addy
Beau made good on his promise. The rest of the night we spent exploring each other’s bodies. After we ate grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips with French onion dip