“No, don’t stop!” I cry out, wrapping my arms tightly around him and moaning when he starts to move. He’s so big and I can feel him…everywhere. There’s pain, but there’s pleasure too. Both at the spot where our bodies join and in my heart. “Feels so good. Want you. Need you.”
I didn’t realize it before, chalking it up to mere attraction, but I am indeed in love with my neighbor.
I bury my face in his neck as he retreats a bit before thrusting back into me, causing a delicious heat to flare in my sex. “Your pussy is so tight, angel. So fucking hot,” he says. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of him as he starts rocking in and out of me, slowly at first before he starts moving faster, the bed creaking under us. Each thrust strokes a pleasurepoint inside of me, a button that sends tiny pulses of lightning through my body.
He leaves me breathless.
“Harder,” I whimper, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts even as the threat of another orgasm sets in. “Harder, please. Hawk. Need you.”
He anchors himself on the headboard as he withdraws and then slams back into me. I sob as my body bows with pleasure. He’s like a man possessed as he starts hammering into me, sinking deeper into my sex with every thrust until I’m begging for sweet release, clawing at his back in a desperate need to get there.
“Come for me, angel,” he growls, his hips moving faster over mine, the wet sound of our lovemaking filling the room. “Want to see that wet pussy come all over my cock before I fill you with my cum.”
I’m close. So close I can almost feel the intensity of the storm, and when he bends down and closes his mouth over my nipple in wet suction, it sends me right over the edge.
I scream, my hips shooting off the bed and violent tremors rolling through my body. My sex rhythmically clenches hard around his cock as his hips slap against mine in a fever pitch. Every part of me trembles as he pounds into me, and I feel it when he gets to the edge too.
Those muscles tense, gleaming with sweat under the light, and I watch veins pop in his neck when he throws his head back and, with a roar, floods me with his warmth. “Fuuuck!” he growls as his cock pistons in and out of my pussy. I find myself climaxing again, sobbing as pleasure bursts through me and steals what was left of my sanity. His voice sounds distant as blood roars in my head. “Yes, angel. Take my cum. All ofit!” I milk him to the last drop before he goes limp and slumps forward, turning to kiss my neck before burying his face in my hair.
I knew I would like it.
I’ve wanted him long enough to know I would like anything he does to me, but I never anticipated this. Maybe I would’ve knocked on his door ages ago if I knew how much my life would change in a single moment.
“Amelia, are you okay?”
“Hmm,” I hum, stroking his back and loving the feel of his weight on me. “Why did it take us so long to get here?”
He chuckles, the sound warm against my skin. “You always ran off whenever we saw each other in the hallway. I wasn’t sure whether I scared you or not.”
“Not always,” I argue.
“Well, let’s see. When you weren’t running from me, you were staring at me like a deer in headlights, not saying much.”
I flush at that. “I’ve never been scared of you,” I say, nuzzling his skin. I feel deliciously limber, and it’s tempting to just close my eyes and fall asleep like this. “Try running into a hot neighbor you’re wildly attracted to and see how you feel.”
“I did,” he says even as my eyes start to droop. “I did my best to run into her every day.”
Chapter Six
Hawk
I’m better prepared for the next meeting with the caseworker. Maybe she wasn’t completely wrong when she mentioned raising a child in a two-parent household being easier and less overwhelming. In a few days, we’ve fallen into a perfect routine that seems to work better for everyone involved.
The house is clean and well-organized when Kelly Davis shows up at my apartment, and there’s a smile on her face when she walks in to see Amelia playing music for Wren as the baby gurgles excitedly. She doesn’t stop playing even when the caseworker walks in, and we all watch as a happy Wren slowly eases down and falls asleep. Only then does Amelia stop. She leans down and picks up the baby from the bassinet before turning to the caseworker with a smile.
“That was beautiful,” Kelly mouths to Amelia, who beams at her.
“Thank you,” she mouths back. “I’m just going to lay her down in her crib.” And with that, she turns and heads for the nursery.
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I don’t think I would have believed that’s how you guys put your baby to sleep.”
“She loves it,” I comment, guiding her to the sofa.
“I see that,” she says with a hint of sadness in her voice that confuses me as much as it alarms me. “The baby is clean, well-fed, and clearly loved here. That hasn’t changed from last time. The place is a lot cleaner and I have to say, you seem more prepared for our meeting this time.” If she means that at least this time I’m wearing a shirt, then I suppose that’s true.
When Amelia returns, the excitement in the caseworker’s eyes is the adoration a fan carries for their idol, despite the two having a two-decade age gap between them. “Hearing you play was like having my own private show,” Kelly says. “I can’t believe I’m jealous of a two-month-old baby. I’d love my own personal violinist to help put me to sleep some nights.”
“We could arrange that,” Amelia teases, earning a smile from the caseworker but it drops just as fast. “Can I offer you something to drink, Kelly?”
