My mouth waters at the sight of his big, strong hand stroking his long, hard cock. I make myself comfortable, pull my knees up, and flop them to the sides, so my legs are spread wide for him as he asked. He shuffles between my legs and lies between them, his chest pressed to mine. He slips one hand under myshoulder blades and grasps my left thigh with the other.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, baby.”
I nod in understanding. I’d be happy however he wanted to fuck me. Slow. Fast. I don’t care as long as he’s inside me. I hold my breath, releasing it bit by bit as he inches his cock inside me, filling me up. I release a satisfied groan.
“You good, baby?”
“So good.”
He gives me a long, leisurely kiss as he rocks his body back and forth. I wrap my arms around his back and glide my palms over his silky skin as he fucks me, like he promised he would. Our lips are fused, our tongues tangling. He's so amazing inside me. Around me. On me. Over me.
“Jimmy!” I gasp his name in the brief moments our lips aren’t locked together. “So good.”
“You're amazing, baby.” His breathing is staccato. Sweat beads his chest and shoulders.
I can’t keep track of time. He’s been slow-fucking me for longer than I’ve ever been fucked, and I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want either of us to orgasm. I want to stay like this all night, even though that’s impossible. Him deep inside me. Kissing me, holding me, and telling me I'm special.
I’m so close to coming, it’s almost unbearable. Our kisses are more frantic now. He’s thrusting into me harder and faster, his breath hot on my face and lips.
“Oh, baby, you’re amazing. You're so fucking good.You—I—” He cries out as he comes inside me, his cock throbbing with heat as he loses his load.
It’s enough to tip me over the edge. I grunt and groan through an orgasm which turns my body into a shivering, shuddering wreck, my cum splattering all over our chests. He pushes himself up on his arms, shivering. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his wet, swollen lips are parted. His cock is still buried inside me. He looks so fucking sexy. I can’t do anything except lie, gasping, my stare locked with his.
“That wasamazing.” Then self-doubt creeps into my gut and chest, chasing away the fuzzy warmth of my orgasm. Was I enough for him?
“So fucking good,” he croons, before collapsing onto me and peppering my hot skin with kisses. He squeezes both his arms beneath me, holding me to him, and presses his face against my chest, inhaling. “So damn good.”
I hold him, not wanting to let him go. I promised him one night, but now I want more. It’s not fair of me to want him. Not until I’ve sorted out all my messy thoughts about— I don’t want to think of Billy now. Not while Jimmy is still inside me, and I’m riding on a high of praise and fantastic sex, while holding, kissing, and wanting him.
We stay locked together for some time, our eyelids opening and closing through post-orgasm sleepiness. After a while, his flaccid cock slips out of me, and he adjusts our positions, so we’re lying facing each other,still pressed together. I let myself fall asleep, safe and happy in his arms.
When I wake, it’s dawn. The house is still and quiet. The only sound is Jimmy’s soft breathing and the thud of his heart against my ear. We’re still holding each other, as if doing so were the most natural thing in the world. My stomach complains that we forgot to eat last night. I lay, watching Jimmy sleep, emotions knotting in my chest. Last night was fantastic, uplifting and empowering. Jimmy is amazing, tender, and caring, not to mention an excellent lover. I still want him.
But my thoughts are torn and twisted. Some part of me is still in love with Billy. Will being with Jimmy hurt him? I don’t want to hurt either of them.
Jimmy stirs and opens his eyes, smiling the moment his gaze locks with mine. “Morning, baby.” He pulls me closer still and kisses me.
I don’t even give a shit that he has morning breath, because the kiss is so tender and loving. But now I’m trembling and close to tears for all the wrong reasons.
He crooks his finger and strokes my cheek. “What’s wrong?”
I touch my temple. “My head is so messed up right now.”
“About last night?”
I shake my head. “No. Last night was wonderful. I don’t regret a second of it. Please believe me?”
“I do.”
“But…” I can’t bring myself to say it out loud.
“You’re still in love with Billy.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey. I knew that. You were together for five years, and married for three of those. It would be crazy of me to think youdidn’tstill have feelings for him.”
“How do I get over him?"
