His lips find mine, and my hands slide over his back, pulling him closer.I want to feel his weight on me.I want to feel every inch of him against me, in me.He smiles, kissing me once more before he shifts lower, lining his dick up with my dripping opening.
We’re both so on edge after not being together in a few days, and I know that this first time is going to be hard and quick.
My core clenches at the thought, and I brace my feet on the armrest of the couch and push up against him.
“So needy.I love it,” he says as he thrusts into me, giving both of us what we need.
“OH!”I cry out as Foster grips my thigh and tugs it higher against him.
He starts to pound into me, over and over again, relentlessly.His thrusts push me up the couch little by little, and I stretch my arms out, trying to brace myself against the other armrest.
“We need bigger furniture,” Foster tells me as he shifts to sit back on his knees.
“Or to just have sex in bigger spaces,” I agree.
“I was just so desperate to have you.Fuck, baby.I’m always desperate for you.I have been forever.”
“Me too,” I tell him, my core starting to tighten around him.
I’m close.So close.
“I love you.So much.More than anything,” he tells me, dipping his head to kiss me.
As soon as his lips meet mine, I come.I cry out his name against his mouth, and he groans as he finds his own release deep inside of me.
We’re both covered in sweat and out of breath as we try to cuddle together on the couch.It doesn’t last long before Foster is cursing and lifting me up in his arms.He stomps into my bedroom, and I giggle as he sets me down gently in the middle of the bed.
“That’s better… slightly,” he grumbles, and I smile up at him.
“What now?”I ask him.
“Now, we do that again,” he says, already sinking inside of me.“And then again.”
I like the sound of that.
Scratch that.
I love the sound of that.
THIRTEEN
Foster
Five Years Later…
“I don’t thinkthat I forgot anything, but if I did, you have a key to our place,” I tell my dad as I set the kids’ backpacks down on the kitchen table.
“I’ve got it.Now, get out of here.I’ve got the kids,” my dad assures me, and I smile at him as I head for the door.
“Be good for Grandpa,” I tell my kids as I bend down to kiss them goodbye.
“We’re going to have a sleepover,” Miley tells me excitedly, and I laugh.
She’s been so excited for her sleepover with Grandpa.It’s all she’s talked about all week.
“I know.You guys have fun, okay?”
“Okay,” Ryan says distractedly, already heading over to play with the toys that my dad keeps at his place for the kids.
