“Blaise!” Tilly cries out, her voice tightening. I’m worried she’s going to warn me away, that she’s saving her milk for Donovan or that she decided it’s time to wean him and is trying to dry her supply out. But no, she brings her hand up to the back of my head, digging her fingers into my scalp, silently begging me to take my fill.
But I’ll never be sated. I’ll never be done with her.
I want her to ride me forever, but I feel the moment when she plateaus, and I need her to break. I scrape my tongue along her nipple and graze her with my teeth. She whimpers, and I switch my torment to her other nipple, which sends electricity racing up her spine.
I slip a hand between us to rub her clit briskly, to push her over the edge.
She bucks on my lap, her motion going frantic and staggered, threatening to fall apart. But I hold her in place, forcing her to continue to ride me as her pussy convulses around my shaft and her arousal pools between us. Every time she tries to go slack, she sinks too far, triggering some deep, dark spot within, forcing her to rise again.
I’m going to break her.
She’s mine.
Finally, when she thinks she’s had enough and she attempts to sink into me, I lean forward, lowering her to the bed. She’s already tipped too far to stop when she squeaks out, “Wait, wait, wait! Your ankle’s hurt!”
“Fuck my ankle,” I spit back, although yeah, the move isn’t as slick as I want it to be. Definitely in the past, this would have been a seamless transition and my foot wouldn’t have gotten all jammed up in the sheets.
But I manage to get her on her back all the same and lay myself over her, sinking back into her heat as she brings her thighs up over my hips to hold herself securely to me.
I kiss her once again, and I hover there, not ready for this moment to end. “I love you so much, Tilly. Thank you so much.”
“What are you thanking me for?” she whispers back, and I know she’s already a bit cum-drunk because her fingers are suddenly on my lips, exploring.
I wait to answer her question until I’ve already kissed every one of her fingers and let her run them all over every inch of me that she can reach. It’s so soft, so sweet, that I can’t help joining in, touching every single one of those incredible curves that I’ve been taking for granted this entire time because I didn’t realize that she didn’t love them as much as I do.
The touch becomes too much. The need builds too high. I have to pump into her, to finish, to lose myself inside her.
So by the time we’ve finally melted back into the bed in an embrace as she shares my pillow and I share my world with her, I don’t even think she knows what I’m responding to when I say, “For being my everything.”
Chapter 32
Tilly
I’m woken up by a commotion in the house, but the moment I start to get up to see what’s going on, if we need to be doing something, Blaise hooks me by the waist and pulls me back into him.
And then he reaches a little further and pulls Donovan in, too. We accidentally woke him up last night, and once I had him calmed down, Blaise convinced me to build a pillow wall and bring him to bed.
“Just for tonight,” he swore. “We’ll go home tomorrow.”
Home.My tiny, shitty apartment, but I’m excited to have our space again. I was supposed to stay an entire week in California, but I burned some serious midnight oil and swapped shifts with the other costumers so I could come back three days early without inconveniencing anyone. The othercostumers might have a couple doubles to work through, but they also got some surprise days off. It all worked out.
“They’re just getting pumped up before heading to the stadium,” Blaise says now, and he makes himself sound very sleepy and cozy, like this is exactly what he wants to be doing, but I don’t believe him.
“You sure you don’t want to go with them? As, like, a team thing?”
“And miss out on quality time with my wife and son? Never.”
It’s gross how good that sounds. And I do want to have this quality time with him, actually, but I know how much he loves game days. “I love you, too,” I whisper, entwining my hand with his over Donovan’s little tummy. “But you’re still part of the team. It’s only for a few weeks. You should still be with them. I bet they’ll be bummed that you’re not in the locker room with them.”
“Yeah, they’re all bummed they’re not gonna see my dick today.”
“Blaise!” I smack his hand.
“You wanna see my dick today?”
“Our son is right here!” I hiss, but I can barely keep a straight face. And obviously nothing is going to happen and it’s just the reality of a guy, first thing in the morning, but I am fully aware of his dick prodding against my ass.
“I didn’t mean this second,” he says with a kiss on my shoulder before he flops back on the bed with the resigned sigh of a man about to drag his butt out of the bed he’d rather be in. He pushes the blankets away, smacks my ass, and gets up, hobbling to the restroom. Mid-stream, he calls out, “I’m gonna go see them off, I guess. But then we’re going to raid their kitchen, have ourselves a big brunch because I couldliterally eat a football right now, and then we’re going tailgating with Joss.”
