“Me neither. Doesn’t mean I have to. Just let’s keep it simple like we usually do.”
Except keeping it simple wasn’t working.
Her hands were placed on his chest, filling the space between them. He didn’t have the willpower to push her away because he didn’t want to.
Rayah stood up on tiptoes to place a kiss on his mouth, a sweet kiss, one with no urgency or desperation, but with promise.
“Downstairs.”
She nodded. “Let’s just have tonight before we think about things any more.”
He ledthe way into the bedroom, the rest of the house silent. Knowing Charlie, he would now be in bed asleep, his games console away. Or he’d have his torch and be reading under the covers.
The sheets had been made from the last time she’d been there, smoothed and tucked so the evidence of how they’d untidied the sheets was hidden.
Jonny sat down next to her on the bed, closing the door shut behind them. Rayah pulled her sweater over her head and kicked off her boots, leaving her in her bra and jeans, fair hair fanning across soft skin.
His chest felt full, a drum inside it barely able to beat. He shed his t-shirt, grateful for the way she looked at his body, casting her eyes across his skin like he did with her, as if this was the last time she’d see him.
The kiss he gave her was slow and hard, taking in as much as he could of how she felt and then he was lost to how she felt next to him, her smallness in his arms, the fire she radiated, the heat she created in him.
He stripped her of her bra and pulled it away from her body, desperate to both be inside her and for that moment not to come as it would signify an ending. One way or another, tonight was a crossroads and he had no idea which direction he would be taking, or whether she would allow him to make the choice.
Against his chest, her breasts felt firm, nipples hard. He moved her on to her back and started to suck at one, using teeth, fingers, his tongue, anything to tease and elicit the sound of her pleasure.
Her jeans were tight around her hips and pulling them down and off her was no easy job; making her laugh when he almost tugged her off the bed. It smoothed the tension between them, some of the worry from before blown away.
When he returned to kiss her, she went for his sweats, pushing them over his ass and cupping his balls, tugging slightly.
“I want to taste you.” Her words were quiet, her eyes dark, mirrors for her arousal.
“I want to be in you.” He had no idea how long he’d last and he wanted to spend every precious moment buried deep inside her, filling her up with him. “Another time.”
Jonny kicked his sweatpants off and then moved a hand to cup her pussy, fingering her wetness. She was tight, one finger making her clench tightly. He stroked the spot inside her that made her moan and rubbed at it, so fucking pleased with himself when her legs stiffened, her tell that her orgasm wasn’t that far.
Pulling his finger out, he went for her clit, giving it a gentle rub, circles that made her hips buck and tits bounce with her movements.
“Tell me I can have you.” He needed her words, needed confirmation that she was on the same fucking line as him before he possessed her.
“I don’t need to. I’m already yours. I always was.”
The night’s silence was fractured by her cry as he slammed his cock into her, almost coming like he hadn’t done even when it had been his first time.
Her nails dug into his back, probably cutting his skin, hopefully cutting his skin because he wanted reminders of her if she wasn’t there tomorrow. Her pussy was tight around him, swollen with lust, the biological need to fuck and rut like beasts.
The bouncing of her tits as he thrust spellbound him. She pushed her chest up, inviting his mouth and he took a nipple, pulling and sucking time with his shallow thrusts. He wanted her coming around his cock, milking his seed out of him and into her, marking her in the deepest way possible.
He knelt back up, releasing her tit and pushing her knees up so he could go deeper, making her cry out, clinging to his shoulders.
“I want you still feeling me on Wednesday. Don’t want you thinking that any other man could make you feel the way I do.”
She shook her head. “I haven’t thought about any other man for… fuck, Jonny. I’m going to come!”
“Keep your eyes open, baby, keep looking at me.” He slowed his speed, instead going in harder and deeper, feeling her cunt tighten, her tits flushed and exposed for him. Everything was instinct; the need to claim her, mark her, fuck her so she only knew his name, put a baby inside her. He slowed right down with the last thought, imagining her pregnant with his child, birthing his baby and then he lost control completely as she came, coating her womb with his cum.
The church clock chimed midnight and she was still in his arms, her breathing steady, deep. His hand cupped a breast, his lips pressed against her shoulder. He didn’t want to leave her and climb into his own bed but she couldn’t promise not to be herself. A thousand thoughts grew wings and flew through his mind, stopping him from falling asleep until the hands of the church clock had turned through another few degrees.
He didn’t set his alarm to leave in time to avoid the walk of shame in front of his kids.
