pants and puts her hands on my chest to give her leverage to move faster. She sinks down on it three times and then rotates to get friction on her clit.
“Take it,” I say, and she rides me fast. Putting one thumb in my mouth, she then rubs her clit with it, and she leans back, giving me more space to play with her. “That’s it, baby,” I say, ignoring the fact that my balls are getting tight. I’m going to come before her if she keeps this up. I rub her clit side to side, and her pussy just squeezes the shit out of my cock. “Fuck, you have one minute,” I say between my clenched teeth, “then I’m taking over.”
“No,” she moans, throwing her head back. “It’s my turn.”
My hand moves from her hip to her breast, and I play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while my hand rubs her clit faster and faster. She finally crashes down on me, and I feel her pulse over my cock, and I come with her. She collapses on my chest, and I just hug her to me. I could stay in this position for the rest of my life. She buries her face in my neck, and I kiss her forehead.
“I love you,” I say, and from this time forward, I’m going to say it every chance I get to make up for all the chances I lost out on saying it.
“I’m sorry.” Two more words I’ll tell her every chance I get.
She looks up at me. “It’s over.” Kissing me under my chin, she says, “This right here, me in your arms, it’s all I can think about.” I get up with her still attached to me. “Where are we going?” she asks me as I walk back to my bedroom.
“I haven’t shown you the shower,” I say, and when we finally get out of the shower, there is no hot water left.
She puts on one of my T-shirts to sleep in. She never did like sleeping naked. Even after we had sex, she would always get up and put on a T-shirt and panties. “Come here,” I say, pulling her to me in the middle of the bed when she finally slips under the covers. Her head goes into the crook of my neck, her arm goes around my waist, and our legs intertwine. I just breathe her in, and for the first time in eight years, I feel complete. I feel whole.
All through the night, we wake when we are not touching, which leads to me making love to her and then her falling asleep in my arms again. When I finally wake in the morning, I look over and see that the bed is empty, and I spring out of bed. She didn’t leave, I tell myself while I slip on my boxers. She wouldn’t just leave, and when I walk into the kitchen, I stop to see her standing there in the middle of my kitchen, wearing my shirt. She looks over at me, and a smile fills her face. “Good morning.”
I stalk over to her, my heart beating so fast as I push away the thought that she was gone. I grab her face, and she just looks at me. “I woke up, and you weren’t there,” I say, trying to catch my breath. “I thought …”
“I was making us coffee,” she tells me, her hands going to my waist. “I wanted to bring you coffee in bed.”
My lips crush hers, and I kiss her frantically as if it’s our last kiss. I pull the shirt off her, the need to have her naked under me is the only thing I can think of. “Jacob.” I pick her up, placing her on the kitchen table. She feels my need to touch her, and just like that, she gives it to me with no questions asked. When I collapse on top of her, she lets me lie here, playing with my hair. “Well, that is one way to say good morning,” she says, making me laugh, and I kiss her in the middle of her chest.
“I’ll go clean up and make you breakfast,” I say, slipping out of her.
“That sounds like a plan,” she says, getting off the table. “I’ll disinfect the table.” I look at her over my shoulder. “Your son eats at that table.” I roll my lips. “And my ass was just on that table.” She shakes her head,