“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?”
I chuckled deep in my belly and moved my hands to her hips, pulling her to me so her ass was barely on the seat. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and one side of her cherry lips tilted up in a sexy little grin.
“We’ve never done anything slow, and that’s okay. The only thing that matters is what we want.”
“Then take me inside, Mark, because I want you and everything you just said.”
I stepped back and pulled her out of the truck, shutting the door and leading her up the walkway and porch. The front door was locked, and instead of pulling her inside, I led her around to the back of the house.
“I want to show you something before we go inside.”
We walked to the back porch, where the moonlight shone through the trees and reflected off the greenhouse. She tilted her head to the side, looking at it, and I watched her face, registering the moment she understood what I’d done.
“Mark, is that a greenhouse? You built that? Here?”
“Yeah. I meant it when I said I want you to fill our house with plants. We know for sure the greenhouse will be safe from Phoebe and safe from rogue squirrels.”
She let go of my hands to walk down the steps, running her fingers along the glass panels.
“This is big.”
“That’s because what we have is big,” I said, standing behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned into me, and I brushed her hair to the side, bending down to kiss her shoulder.
“Mark…I… Thank you.” She stuttered through the words, and I held her tighter, not needing to hear anything else. The time for words was over.
“Come inside.”
Nodding her head, my hand trembled as I unlocked the back door, but the moment we got inside the house, the reality of having her in my space, in my life, and getting her in my bed, came crashing down. I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in one swift motion. She let out a squeak of delight and wrapped her legs around my waist as I headed up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom, our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me.
I set her down on the bed, pulling off my shirt and kicking off my shoes. She did the same, both of us getting naked in record time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took her in, all smooth skin and soft curves as she straddled my lap, leaning directly over my raging hard-on and slowly dragging her hips back and forth. My hands went to her ass to guide her, and a low moan escaped my lips, feeling her slick heat glide up and down my cock.
Her hand reached down between us, and she found my length, gripping me to the point of pain and stroking down firmly. I hissed out a breath as she leaned forward to place a kiss on my chest and flick her tongue over one nipple, then the other, scraping her teeth against my sensitive flesh until I was bucking into her hand.
I leaned back, propping one hand on the bed and using the other to knead her full breast, pinching the nipple until it was stiff, tight, and begging for my tongue. Her hand continued to pump my cock, slick with her wetness even as she slipped off my lap, pressing kisses to my chest, my abs until I felt her breath hovering over my cock and looked down to see her licking her lips.
Holding me by the base, she rose on her knees as I spread my legs wide and reached out to grasp a handful of her hair. She positioned her mouth over my straining cock and sucked in the tip, hard enough for my hips to thrust off the bed and my hand to fist harder in her hair. I was lost in the feeling of her warm mouth sucking me, her soft fingers wrapped around the base, and her heavy tits brushing against my legs as she worked me in and out of her wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the head, lapping, sucking, and making me dizzy with need.
Everything turned me on. Every sound, every sensation, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. The point of coming down her hot throat and missing the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock. This was not how I was going to come. I wanted inside her.
I needed inside her.
I pulled her hair and forced her to look up at me, and she did, grinning with hooded eyes.
“I want your pussy,” I said. “I need to come in it, claim it. To feel you grip me so I can make up for all the time I wasn’t there.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t have time to respond because I stood up and grabbed her, tossing her on the bed and loving the sight of her tits bouncing. She giggled and scooted back on the pillows, spreading her legs and beckoning me closer with a crook of her finger. I gripped my cock and gave it a few languid strokes before kneeling on the mattress and staring at her glistening pussy, counting the seconds until I was balls deep inside.
Her hands smoothed over her tits and trailed down her stomach, but I crawled between her legs and batted her hand away, leaning down to lick her belly button.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re ready for me, baby.”
“I’m so ready, Mark,” she said, wrapping her legs around mine to pull me down closer. “Please. Show me what I’ve missed.”
I didn’t need to hear anything else. I leaned closer and notched myself at her entrance, already feeling her heat waiting to suck me in. Her heels dug into my ass as I slowly inched my way in. When the head was in, she sighed. When I was halfway in, she closed her eyes, and when I was all the way in, she smiled.
“So fucking good, Mark,” she moaned, opening her eyes and pulling me down for a kiss. After tasting her lips, I broke away from her mouth to bend my head lower, taking one nipple in my mouth and sucking until it came to a point. I nibbled on it, licking and sucking while she moaned underneath me, urging me on, living in the moment of complete pleasure. After a few seconds, she threaded her fingers through my hair and brought her lips to mine, kissing me unlike she had ever kissed me before.
