I just wish she knew how stunning she truly is. I can tell she doesn’t see it, but I can spend the rest of my life convincing her of it. Once she’s done brushing her teeth, she finds her way into the bed beside me and curls in.
“This is nice,” she reveals, nuzzling deeper against my bare chest as I slide down further on the bed.
“It is,” I reply. “And you don’t have to leave this time or ever again.”
I look forward to waking up every single morning for the rest of my life next to her. With an exaggerated sigh, I close my eyes as my fingertips trail up and down her back.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans softly. “That’s nice.”
“I can rub your back, if you’d like?” I offer, hoping she doesn’t take it as a hint toward sex. After the day she’s had, I wouldn’t dare assume.
She’s quiet for a moment, and then her hand slips under the covers, running directly over my penis that’s nestled in my boxers. “I’d rather rub something else.”
Her reply stuns me because if I endured what she did, I don’t know if I would have the energy for sex. But I willneverturn her down if that’s what she wants.
“Oh really?” I question seductively. “Are you sure you’re up for it? I’m not saying no, but I just—” I stop mid-sentence as I gasp softly. Her hand dips into my underwear as I’m speaking, and suddenly, I can’t remember what I was saying.
“I’m sure,” she whispers before kissing me. Before I can react, she climbs on top of me, her delicious thighs straddling me. I can feel she isn’t wearing any panties under her nightgown, which only excites me more.
She leans down and kisses me again. “These should probably go, though.” Her finger dips under the elastic band of my boxers, and I waste no time shoving them down my legs. My hands rest on the tops of her thighs as she rubs her slit up and down my length.
While I’m focused on how good this feels, I still keep a close eye on her. I don’t want to push her farther than what she can handle in such a delicate state. So far, it seems like the perfect distraction for her.
Maybe this is exactly what she needs. And I am more than happy to help her with this. Her breathing quickens, as does her pace, and I can feel myself stiffen to full capacity. It doesn’t take much when Becca’s involved.
She pulls forward again, but this time, she repositions herself, and as she pulls back, my cock slides into her perfectly. We both gasp as my tip reaches its limit within her. “Fuck, baby,” I exhale as I dig my fingertips into her skin.
Her hips rock back and forth, allowing me to slide in and out of her with ease. This is by far my favorite position because while it feels fucking incredible for me, I know it massages her G-spot with every thrust.
This is about her tonight. Her cheeks turn crimson red, and her hands rest behind her on my legs. This angle allows the tip of my cock to push hard into her sensitive spot. As she works her magic, my thumb quickly finds her clit as it’s displayed in front of me.
I lightly massage against her swollen cluster with my thumb, and she moans a little louder this time.
Just watching her enjoy herself is enough to make me come on the spot. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan, trying to keep myself from finishing prematurely.
She suddenly stops, seemingly trying to catch her breath, but as she rests, I thrust my hips up. As I push further into her, her mouth opens, allowing another gasp to exit.
With my hands now holding onto her hips, I continue to thrust upward, fucking her as she rests on top. Her palms soon find my chest as she steadies herself from the motion. I’ve never tried this position before, but damn is it incredible.
“Steven,” she whimpers as her face twists with pleasure. “Fuck…” Her voice is breathy and eager. With every movement, it’s becoming harder for me to keep my orgasm buried. It’s scratching at the surface, but I need her to finish…She needs this more than I do.
“I want you to come for me,” I say as I move my hand back to her clit and rub to match the motion of my own hips. Her head instinctively falls back, and her breasts bounce underneath the thin cloth she wears.
“Right there,” she nearly screams. “Don’t stop.” I do as she commands, and within seconds, she collapses onto my chest, her cries of passion spilling out and her juices run down either side of my hips.
My fingers run lightly down her back, trying to help her breathing get under control. She sits up quickly again, kissing me deeply. This time, her lips linger on mine, the passion exploding between us.
As she collapses next to me once more, she expresses how she feels bad that I didn’t finish. I tell her that I didn’t want to, that tonight was all about her. Smiling, she lies on her side and faces the window.
“You know,” she speaks up again once she’s finally comfortable. “I could really get used to this. Living here with you…being able to be with you without hiding…All of it.” I wrap my arm around her waist as I curl in behind her.
“Me too.”
The room falls silent as we both stare out of the window. Snow still covers the once-green grass in my backyard, along with allmy patio furniture. Although I enjoy summer, this season is by far the prettiest, especially in Michigan.
I can feel her chest moving erratically, and a soft sob leaves her. Instantly, I pull her back against my chest tighter, silently letting her know that I’m here for her.
The last thing I want is for her to cry herself to sleep over a fight that her father created. My heart breaks when I see her like this.
“It may seem terrible now,” I mutter against the skin of her back, “but I will do anything I can to fix things. I just want you to be happy. I love you.”
I love them both so much, and to see either of them hurting hurts me too. No matter what I have to do, I will find a way to get through to Russell, to fix this entire mess.
