My movements are slow but powerful, careful not to make too much noise, because if any of the kids wake up right now, everything will be ruined. I can’t risk it. There’s not enough space between us and them. The walls aren’t thick enough to really pound my wife, but I take things slow and gentle.
With one hand in my hair and the other on my ass, she pulls me forward every time I pull out, forcing me back in. Thrust after thrust, we’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat and panting into each other’s mouth and right on the edge of ecstasy. Then I thrust harder, forcing her body upward with the movement just like she likes it. But it’s wrong. It’s not enough to get her off. I know her body well enough to know when she’s in the groove and I’m hitting the right spot, and I’m not.
The bed isn’t right. The need to be quiet isn’t right, and that leaves only one thing to do. I slide my arm behind her back and move toward the floor, carrying her against me with our mouths still locked.
She’s in my lap, my cock still buried deep when I murmur against her lips. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”
There’s no need to be soft and gentle when we’re on the floor. There’s no squeaky headboard or loud mattress, setting off an alarm to the kids that it’s time to interrupt our pleasure before it’s finished.
Those words are all Tilly needs to hear before she arches her back and she’s riding me like she’s at a rodeo on the wildest bull in the ring. Her lips aren’t on mine anymore. Her mouth’s open, gasping for air as she pounds into me, riding my cock so hard, I can’t do anything but stare at her beauty and enjoy the ride.
My ass aches from the thin carpet and cement, but there’s no way I’m stopping what she’s doing. The pleasure on my cock outweighs any pain in my ass. And within minutes, she’s moaning with her mouth closed as my lips close around her nipple and tip her over the edge. I’m with her, shaking with the orgasm and fighting for breath. She drops her head forward onto my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around her, holding our sticky bodies together tightly. I don’t know how long we sit like this, skin-on-skin, wet, heaving, but it’s long enough that my legs have gone numb, though you won’t find my ass complaining.
“Would you really want to live here?” she asks in the silence.
“Would you?”
I couldn’t care less where I live. All I need is my family. You could throw me in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I’d be fine as long as my wife and kids were there with me.
“I miss the South,” she says quietly, turning her head so her lips are at my neck.
“If you want the South, you get the South.”
“But there’s the bar, and the bakery has really taken off.”
“We can sell them both, start something new here, something together if you want.”
“It’s a big decision.”
I tighten my hold on her back, brushing my lips against her shoulder. “Whatever you want to do, I want to do. I don’t care about anything else except for being with you, babe.”
She leans back, taking her shoulder from my lips. “You think anyone else would move here?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. They were talking about it at Joe’s. No one gave a hard no. They’re probably all in their rooms, talking about it now like we are.”
“The kids would love it here,” she sighs. “It’s just so much to think about. Moving an entire family is a big undertaking and an even bigger risk.”
“Sweetheart, we have plenty of money. We could go years without having a job and still live pretty damn well. We can hire movers, sell the businesses, and get out of dodge before shit gets even worse.”
The shit I’m referring to is the violence in the city. Back in the day, it used to be the mafia shooting it out on the streets of Chicago. But now, it’s all about the gangs. There are so many innocent bystanders being killed, it makes my heart ache. The last thing I want is my kids growing up in an area where it’s too dangerous for them to play outside and just be fucking kids.
“We’ll see what everyone thinks tomorrow. I have a feeling after the shitty winter we just had, they’re more than ready to blow town. I don’t see much downside to living here.”
“There’re hurricanes.” She cringes. “They can be awful too. Nothing quite as scary as those winds for hours upon hours.”
“At least you see them coming, unlike a stray bullet from some asshat’s gun.”
“You have a point.”
“We don’t need to make a decision tonight. Let’s think about it and what we want for our future. We decide as a family, and either way shit works out, I’m good as long as I’ve got you and my babies with me.”
She smiles when I say that.
“Now, I want to hold my woman, skin on skin, and go to sleep.”
“Sweetheart.” She touches my cheek. “I can’t sleep naked in a hotel, and you know the baby’s going to wake up too. So, you can have some leg-on-leg action and maybe an arm, but nothing else.”
“I hate hotels,” I grumble under my breath.
