I rest back against the couch, my cock throbbing, pre cum beading on the tip. Her leg opens to my side as she uses her goodarm to balance on my shoulder, straddling her thighs on either side of mine. My thumb flicks over her nipple, rubbing it back and forward while the weight of her breast rests comfortably in my hand. Sitting up on her knees she reaches between us, her hand grasping my hardness. Rolling my head back against the couch, I moan from the contact as she places me at her entrance, sinking so just my tip is inside her.
I've never used a condom with her, and I won't. We had a small conversation way back at the start, and I left it in her hands. Is it a dick move? I’m not sure, but she knows where I stand. I want babies with her if she wants them. Whatever birth control she wants to use, then we do that until she's ready. At some point in our relationship, she'll tell me she's pregnant or not. Jovie is my kid now, but if she wants to add another one then I’ll support her every step of the way. I can't imagine the struggles she's been through with being a single mom, and I never want her to feel that kind of pressure from me. If we have more kids, that's amazing, but if we just have Jovie, then I'm equally happy.
“Grizz,” she sighs as she eases down my length in one motion. Her pussy strangling my cock. She's so wet I easily slide in and out of her cunt as she rolls her hips. Sitting up, I pull her against me, one arm wrapped around her back while the other holds her hip. Her clit finding enough pressure as it rubs between us.
“Fuck, Brynn. You’re like a queen bouncing on my cock like this.” Letting go of her hip, I push her shirt out of the way, seeking out her breast so I can suck on it. Biting down on her nipple until a ring of teeth marks appear.
“Grizz,” she moans louder. There's no reason to be quiet with Jovie a hundred yards away in the clubhouse.
“Scream my name, baby. Tell everyone who you belong to.” I grunt the words, her pussy so tight it's like a vice. I quickly leanback, grabbing both of her hips to hold her in place. Hoping my fingers leave bruises of this moment for days to come. I rut into her. The smacking of our bodies is the only sound in the room other than our pants and moans. Her head falls back, her jaw slack as she screams out my name to the heavens. The orgasm ripping through her as I pump into her a few more times. Falling over the edge as ropes of cum spill deep inside her.
I watch her every movement.
The way her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Her head falls forward, chin dropping towards her chest, staring at me through her lashes.
“Shoulder okay?” I pant, a drop of sweat rolling down my chest. “That was far more intense than I had planned. If we were going to fuck tonight, it was meant to be slow and easy.” Not me fucking up into her while she rode my cock.
“It's good,” she grins. “I mean, it was fine. Not your best work but could have been worse.”
“The fuck you say, woman!”Did she just bait me?
Lifting her up, still firmly inside her, I carry her to the table. The decorative table runner the perfect tool in my plan. She squeals as I move her, laughing and grabbing onto me as I place her down on it. Testing out my ability to easily move her back and forward on the table top, the runner acting as a slide so her shoulder doesn't rub against the hard surface.
My cock is still hard, and looking down at her pussy, our cum is starting to leak out. Something I’ll have to fix by fucking her again, exactly the way she likes it. Doing a once over of her shoulder, the bandages are white and I’m happy that none of the stitches have torn.
Spreading her legs, I ease in and out of her slowly. Placing my palm on her lower stomach, and pushing down until I feel the pressure on my length as I drag it against her inner walls.
“Holy fuck, what are you doing?” she cries, reaching up and pinching her nipple, moving her good hand across to give her other nipple the same attention. I continue my steady motion, keeping the pressure the same on my palm until she squirms under my hold, moaning, sucking in air as her legs tremble around me.
“Look at me, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you,” I grin, knowing she’s going to be begging for me to stop shortly. She props herself up on her elbow, spreading her legs even wider, creating the perfect picture for me to remember. Collecting the saliva in my mouth, I hastily spit on her pussy, moving my other hand to her clit and rubbing. Her cries become louder now, her eyes wide as her body comes alive under my touch.
“Grizz! Oh my god! Grizz!”
Her legs shake as her orgasm tears through her, her back arching off the table as a gush of liquid squirts onto me. Pulling out of her, I continue to flick her clit, collecting as much liquid as I can, rubbing it over my chest. Spreading her juices across my body, claiming me as hers. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick a trail along my wrist and across my palm, tasting her, tugging her body flush against mine, impaling her on my cock. The way her pussy clamps down on me, sucking me into her has me coming so violently I roar out to the empty room, grateful that I built the cabin this far away from the club house. She whimpers as I ease out, climbing on top of the table and peppering her face with kisses.
Careful of her shoulder, I roll us so she's safely tucked into my side while we both try to catch our breaths. That was the most intense experience I've ever had, made only better with the woman I shared it with.
“Grizz,” Brynn groans, throwing her forearm over her eyes, shielding them from me. “I… I squirted on you.”
Chuckling at her shyness, I pull her arm away. “Yeah, you did,” I say, smiling at her, wiggling my eyebrows. “It was fucking glorious.”
“You're such a guy,” she laughs, rolling her eyes and slapping my chest.
“I vote that at least once a month, Jovie sleeps over in the clubhouse so I can have you screaming like this. Next time I want you to squirt on my face,” I murmur, lifting her hand so I can kiss her palm.
“We'll talk about it.”
She smiles up at me, my forever wrapped safely in my arms.
“You think we got rid of all the tainted memories in the cabin?” I ask softly.
It feels like a full minute has passed before she answers, no doubt thinking of all the things Sarah did and what happened.
Softly saying, “Yeah, I do. Only happy memories from now on.”
“Maybe we can start with I love you.” Stroking a piece of damp hair from her face, I say the three words I've never said to anyone. I don't need hope right now. I know what's in her heart for me. I don't hope that she says it back because it's already been said. With every touch, every kiss. The way she looks at me and the little family we have with Jovie.
Lying on the kitchen table, the woman of my dreams wrapped in my arms while our daughter watches movies with the rest of our family. This is the first Christmas where I hope Santa moves on to someone else more deserving of his spirit, because I have everything I could ever want, right here.
