She grabs my face and smashes her mouth against mine. I’m hard and aching in an instant. Two weeks have been more like two years when it comes to my dick.
Her lips are still touching mine when she whispers, “I love you too.”
A groan rips from me. I lift her across me to straddle my lap. “Sugar, it’s been too long since I’ve had you, and now that I’ve heard those words on your lips, there’s only one thing I want to do right now.”
“Fuck now, talk later?” She reaches between us and tugs at the waistband of my shorts.
“My condoms are in my wallet.”
“And that’s where?” She looks around, but resumes moving fabric out of her way until she wraps her hand around my dick.
My balls tighten, and I moan. It’s not going to take much before I lose my control. What the hell did I do with my wallet? “It’s, uh... it’s...” Fuck, the way she’s pumping me feels too damn good to think straight. I slide my hand up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress. Just a little touch to ground me while I unscramble my brains.
“Do we...” She grips me so nice and tight. “Do we need them?”
I stop my trek up her legs. “No condoms?”
She keeps stroking my dick. “I stayed on birth control, just in case, even if I didn’t plan to date.”
“You’ve been it for me for a long damn time. I promise I don’t have anything. Shit—” I’m going to fuck this up just inches from that dripping-wet pussy of hers. “I can find my results or?—”
“I believe you.” She lowers herself and rocks her hips. The tip of my erection grazes damp fabric, and I clamp my hands to her thighs. She rocks across the crown again. Blood hammers in my cock. Almost there. “Push my underwear aside, Cruz, so we don’t have to wait any longer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I yank her panties to the side.
I don’t have to slick my fingers through her wet heat and ready her. We have each been waiting for weeks. She sinks farther, taking me inside her.
“You feel so good,” she whispers.
“You’re fucking velvet.” I grip her ass cheeks to hold myself still and not lift and lower her at a frenzied pace. “Do you have to be anywhere today? I want to keep you on your back and under me until the sun rises.”
“Nowhere.” She rises and slides back down, nearly crossing my damn eyes when she takes me all the way in. “I’ve got all night. Thanks to you.” She pants, her mouth falling open. “I’m going to do more than work now, and a lot more of this.”
I’m going to be inside her every minute possible. Without a barrier, every twitch and clamp of her muscles is more acute. The onslaught of pleasure is like trying to stop a tornado with an umbrella.
“It’s not going to be long,” I say through gritted teeth. I lick my thumb and slide it between us. Her clit is soaked and begging for attention.
“Yes, Cruz.” She rides me faster.
“Come for me. Nice and hard.” I can barely hold myself away from my peak. My muscles are straining, but I won’t come until she does.
“Yeah,” she whimpers and her rhythm is erratic. “Oh god, yes!”
She drops her head back and rolls her hips once, twice, then she shudders and collapses over me. I can finally release. The energy inside me unleashes. I buck up into her willing heat and explode into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Elodie
Cruz covers us with blankets and lies down beside me on his bed. My hair is wet, spread out behind me on a towel. His warm citrus scent surrounds us, and I’m boneless. Utterly melted. We enjoyed his massive shower, giving his water heater a workout until me screaming Cruz’s name bounced off the walls.
I’m fully in love with the man, and I’m developing an obsession with his house. The bed is comfortable, the kitchen is a dream, and his living area is homey when he’s not obsessive about cleaning.
“This bed is so soft.” I snuggle deeper into it.
“You look damn good naked in it.”
I smile. “What a coincidence, so do you.”
It’s quiet here. Huckleberry Springs is a mellow town at night, but there are still cars and trucks. After Bootleg closes, it gets loud again with customers going home. The bakery is in an older building. Cruz’s house is new and secure. Cozy. We’re in a little cocoon just for us, and I can finally talk to him about anything or everything.
