“I’m clean,” I assure her, needing her to know this is safe.
“So am I.”
I gently shift her hips, guiding her as she positions my dick at her entrance. Our eyes lock as she pushes herself onto me. My tip slides in, and we both groan, the sensation of taking her bareoverpowering. I can feel every muscle and ridge inside her tight channel stretch as she adjusts to my size. When I’m fully seated inside her, she releases a long sigh. I can only groan in response, intoxicated by how fucking good she feels—so warm, so wet. Perfect.
She rolls her hips in slow circles, becoming more urgent when she starts grinding, shifting her pelvis back and forth. The pleasure is almost too much, and I release one hand to lean back on my arm and thrust gently into her as she rocks. My other hand keeps her close, holding on to her as she rides me. Her little moans are frantic.
She quickly shifts her legs, adjusting her position to lift herself up on her knees. I lie back as she hovers just above the tip of my cock. Then, in one fluid motion, she drops back down. I moan as she whimpers. She leans down and I grip her hip, weaving my other hand through her silky hair, tugging her head to mine. Her touch is like breathing fire into my soul. Her thigh muscles tense as she bounces, and I plunder her mouth. A soft sheen of sweat coats our bodies as the sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room.
“Fuck, April. You’re so tight.”
I move my hand from her hip and bring it to my mouth. She stares as I spit, massaging the saliva between my fingers, dropping my hand to where we’re joined. I thrum her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries. I keep my fingers working as she bounces up and down on my cock. “It’s too much.” She gasps, but I press down harder, the rhythm of my fingers perfectly matching her movements.
“I want to fill you up. Do you want that? Does your cunt want to squeeze my cock while I come inside it?”
She mumbles something unintelligible, and her walls tighten around me. She’s right there, close to the tipping point. “James!” she cries. I feel her pulse on my cock. Her pussy gushes, coatingmy groin. She snakes an arm behind her and begins to massage my balls as she circles her hips slowly, riding out her orgasm. She softly tugs them and pulls them away from my body, adding a whole other level of sensation.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that,” I encourage.
My balls tighten, and a warmth rushes through me as I spill inside her, rope after rope. She milks every last drop until, finally, she collapses on top of me, limp. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, feeling her heart beat against mine as we catch our breath.
I roll her onto her back, and she giggles softly. I smile at the sweet, playful sound and plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. She cants her hips towards me.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
I push up onto my knees, spreading her legs apart, and lower myself until I’m eye level with her pussy, watching in awe as our liquid seeps out of her. I glance up to meet her hungry eyes. I run my finger through her slick, swollen folds, gathering our cum on my fingertip. “I love seeing you full of my cum.” I bring my finger to my mouth and suck our mixture off.
She lets out a soft whimper.
“Does that feel good? Do you like it when I play with our cum on your cunt?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Are you sore?”
“No, I feel good,” she says. I slip three fingers inside her again, slowly pumping and rubbing against her inner walls. I can’t get enough of the wet, animalistic sound our juices make as I press back inside her pussy. I gather saliva in my mouth. She’s transfixed on me as I open my lips, letting my spit dribble out and pool on her pussy. I dive in, flicking my tongue back and forth, side to side over her clit. I watch her body undulateand shudder under my touch as she chases her orgasm. Her whimpers gradually fade as she comes down from her climax.
I ease my fingers out and lift them to her lips. “Open,” I tell her. She leans forward and her tongue darts out as she wraps her lips around my fingers, sucking. Once she’s finished, I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “I’ll be back,” I whisper.
“Me too,” she murmurs, a hint of shyness in her voice before she slides off the bed. I track the thin trail of liquid that trickles down her thigh, catching the light as she walks to the en suite. The door clicks softly shut behind her.
While she freshens up, I head to the kitchen, retrieving my wheat bag from the cupboard and popping it in the microwave to heat. Once it’s warm, I return to the bedroom to find April curled up beneath the sheets. The sight of her in my bed sends a pang through my chest—it feels so right having her here.
I slip under the covers beside her and place the warm wheat bag next to her, offering comfort as we settle in together.
She pushes up onto one elbow and looks down at me, dreamy. She doesn’t say a word—she doesn’t need to. It’s all there in her expression: contentment. Her lips curve into a soft smile, and I can’t help but reach up, running my fingers through her long red tresses. I pull her closer, sealing her mouth to mine. Unlike earlier, this kiss is unhurried. It speaks of everything we just shared.
Sex has never felt this intense or intimate before. Even with Abigail, it was different—it felt transactional, like something we did out of obligation rather than something we needed with each other. Usually, with other women, it’s quick and meaningless—simply quenching a desire until we’re equally spent and satiated.
This was so muchmore.It’s as if every barrier between us has broken down and we’ve finally given ourselves permission to feel.
As we pull apart, I plant a quick kiss to her forehead and tip of her nose before rolling onto my side. I pull her against me so her back is to my chest and bury my head in her neck.
Selfishly, I know I’m not going to give this woman up.
Chapter 27
