My legs start to vibrate, hand tightly fisted into her hair, her mesmerising face looking up at me with my cock choking her.
Seeing that, I spill my load on impact, all down the back of her pretty little throat. So quickly thatanyone would think this is my first rodeo.
Mabel pulls her head back from my cock and looks at me dead in the eye before she swallows my load, takes her thumb, runs it across her chin, wipes up some loose spit that fell during and sucks it back into her mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m completely done for.
Breathless, I place my boxer shorts back over my cock, that’s now stood down from the best blowjob I’ve ever received. Mabel still leaning back on her legs, still on her knees for me. Looking utterly breathtaking, her hair tangled from where my fist held onto it.
“Feel any better?” She asks with the most devilish grin spread wide across her face.
I let my head lean back in an actual laugh at her sarcasm. I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this. Damn, this girl’s funny.
God himself would feel better after that.
“Much, thank you, baby,” I lean down to her and plant a kiss firmly on her lips, pulling her back onto my lap from her kneeling position.
I want to worship this woman for her ideas of bringing me out of a panic attack.
I take both of her legs and firmly move them around to my sides, positioning her so she’s close to me, her breath on my skin.
She comes to me willingly, like she always once would, moulding her body to fit mine perfectly. With one swift move, I place my hands under her ass and stand. Picking her up along with me.
“Mav!” she lets out a squeal, gripping tighter onto my neck.
“My turn, Firefly.” I wink at her as I walk through the sliding door, holding onto her tightly so she doesn’t slip.
I want her as close to me as I can get her.
I want to smell her scent on me until the next time I get to see her again.
I should have no idea where I’m going, but if she truly built this house the way we always said we would, then I know exactly where I’m going.
Because I spent my days yearning for this.
Walking past the open plan kitchen and living area, I enter a hallway that should have housed four bedrooms and a bathroom. Tilting my eye line around her head that was fully blocking my view from holding her in the position I am, I look down the hall. Only three doors met my gaze.
Not five.
The sight humbles back to me, that even though she couldn’t let go of our dream, inreality, she didn’t need the other bedrooms.
She never planned on having the other bedrooms.
That changes now.
Now, I just need to guess which room is hers.
Thirty-one
Mabel
Iknew that would make him feel better, and more importantly, calmer. Although the size of his length took me by surprise, causing my pussy to throb.
I should have known though, I’ve felt it trying to break free from his jeans anytime his body comes close to mine. Every time he kisses me and pulls me close to him.
Mav pulls me up and sits me back on his lap, another wave of calm sweeps over me. This is how it should’ve always been; us, onthis porch.
