Jodi gasped when I collapsed my mouth onto hers. I spun her so that her back pressed against the shower tile. Hoisting her right leg up and around my hip, I opened her up to my intrusion. I allowed my erection to tease both of us as I ran it down the length of her pussy lips.
“Micah,” she groaned angrily.
I chuckled. She hated it when I teased her. But I knew it also caused both of us to burn with an even more definite need. Once I finally sank my cock deep into the recesses of her body, the heightened arousal served to bring us to an even higher finish.
“Is there a problem?” I questioned, allowing my lips to brush against hers.
“You know what the damn problem is,” she retorted, moving her hands to my hips.
“You know what happens when you try to force it too early, baby.”
“Micahhhh.”
“Is that a whine? Dammit, baby, you know what that sound does to me,” I said as I finally pushed my way inside of her with one powerful thrust.
We both clung to one another, holding in the breaths we took. I was the first to release as I began working her body over and letting my cock slide in and out of her delicious wetness.
“God, you always feel so good,” she moaned, letting the back of her head hit the wall behind her.
I leaned in and licked her neck, before moving up and biting her lower jaw and then chin. I circled my hips, aiming to hit every part of her pussy. I knew the precise moment I made contact with her G-spot because she jumped in my arms. Her entire body shuddered as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingernails digging into the skin of my back.
“Is that your spot, baby?” I taunted, before pulling back and surging forward with my hips to hit it over and over again.
“Y-You know it i-is,” she gasped.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered. She’d closed them, and the one thing I wanted to see as I drilled into her body was that starry-eyed, glazed look in the windows to her soul, right before she came. It was what propelled me forward, again and again, with each push of my hips.
“I’m going to come,” she blurted out.
“Come all over my cock,” I demanded, reaching down with my hand to assist her. I used my thumb to play with her clitoris while I let my dick continue its beat against her G-spot. Within seconds, Jodi was falling apart in my arms. Her hips bucked wildly, and her breathing grew erratic.
The entire time she held her gaze on me, knowing that it’s what I wanted to see the most. I longed for the look in her eyes when she came. In moments like this, when it was she and I, alone, naked and wet, it was as if that was what I fucking lived for.
I came soon after Jodi, my orgasm spurred on by the milking of my cock by her body. I allowed my seed to fill her entire canal. Ever since that first time without it, we hadn’t used a condom. My mind rejected the idea of using a condom when inside of Jodi. Even more than that, I’d found myself wondering how effective IUDs were in preventing pregnancy. I got disappointed when discovering the percentage was in the high nineties, leaving a less than one percent chance of her getting pregnant.
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked down at Jodi, who’s hand was on my cheek, bringing me back to her. Bending low, I planted a kiss on her soft lips.
“Thinking about what’s for lunch. I’m hungry.”
She laughed. “You haven’t even pulled out of me yet, and you’re thinking about something else. I should be offended.”
“Not something else, sweetheart. I’m thinking about eating.” With that, I pulled out of her and lowered to my knees. I brought her leg over my shoulder, and opened her pussy to me so I could have my meal before we got out of the shower.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“It’s only the two of us?” I questioned, looking over at Micah as we pulled into his father’s driveway.
“Three,” Micah responded, gesturing with his head to the backseat.
Grinning, I turned back and looked at Hound. “How could I forget you?” I reached back and scratched behind his ear, to which he gave me that sound between a purr and whimper.
“Ace isn’t coming?”
Micah shook his head, and the brown locks of hair moved over his shoulders. I reached up and fingered one of the curly ringlets. He rarely wore his hair down, but ever since I’d commented that I liked him with it down, he’d wore it that way whenever it was the two of us.
“When did you let your hair grow out?” I asked as we came to a full stop.
