One quick, hard thrust and I’m finally home. Deep breaths and I close my eyes.
Perfection.
Her wet heat closes around me, still fluttering lightly from her orgasm and dragging at my dick like a living thing.
My mouth claims hers and we fight and claw at each other, each touch and taste driving me wild.
With a shudder, I pull out and drive deeper, harder. Thrusting wildly, her hips coming up to meet me every damn time. In and out, I slam into her over and over again, each time driving her higher on the bed until she’s slammed into the headboard.
Her legs wrap around my hips and she groans and growls into my mouth, nipping at my lip.
Frantic, I chase the elusive feeling welling, zipping along my spine until it washes over me, cresting and swallowing me whole.
My whole body tenses and thick, warm spurts pulse inside her. She stiffens and her eyes snap closed, her pussy going so tight around me that I can’t move, just an inch of space to claim her.
Then her eyes open and widen, unseeing and she shrieks, her body pulsing around me, tugging me deeper until I’m buried in her wet heat all the way to my balls as I empty every bit of my soul into her.
Falling to the bed, I roll so I don’t crush her lovely body. For a minute all I hear is panting, rough and ragged. Ours.
Then she sits up and grins wickedly. “Ready for round two?”
I close my eyes and laugh, pulling her into my chest, smiling when she grunts and squirms.
“You’re all sweaty,” she shrieks, struggling to get away.
I growl when she pulls away and then I reach over and drag her back until her rounded backside is tight against my half-erect cock.
“Gimme five minutes.”
She laughs and relaxes. But then I feel her breathing slow and I close my eyes, smiling happily for the first time in what feels like a long time.
I lean in and breathe in the sweet, soft perfume of her and let it fill my lungs. Cinnamon, spice and vanilla. Like a perfect dessert.
Like her. Perfect.
Sinking into her, my arms tighten around her and I bury my head in her throat, my breath slowing, my heart finally…finally at peace.
My eyes open, my arms feeling empty. Muddled, confused. My hands reach out and find…air.
Jerking up, I push my hair out of my eyes, blinking wildly. Scrambling to the end of the bed, I stare at the floor, stunned when I see no sign of the woman who just rocked my fucking world and splintered apart in my arms.
Didn’t she? Was I dreaming?
But I grimace when I feel how dirty I feel. My skin marked with our combined releases.
Scrambling up, I jerk my pants on over it awkwardly, grimacing. Yanking at my drawers, I pull out a clean t-shirt and hit the door at a fast trot.
When I open the door my mother is standing there, a smirk on her face. “I wondered when you were going to wake up! It’s almost dinner time.”
“Shit, shit, shit!” I snap as I dart to the door and slam my feet into my boots and lace them up quickly.
“You need dinner.”
“Nope! I’ll grab something at the firehouse.”
“Oh. I assumed you were going after her.”
Whipping around, I glare at her. “What do you mean?”
