"You okay?" Elle burst my blissful bubble and brought me back to reality. "That was one hell of a goodbye kiss."
She wasn't wrong. I met my friend’s gaze and mumbled three words, "I'm so screwed."
Parker
I watched my wife walk into the school after the kiss we just shared and could only think one thing.
I was fucked. I was in love with my wife and didn't know the first thing to do with that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
PARKER
This was the second morning I was waking up with Molly in my arms, and I had to admit it was nice. It was definitely something I could get used to. The only difference between yesterday morning and today's was the fact that last night my wife hadn't tried to put distance between us. Molly accepted the fact she would end up in my arms and allowed us to fall asleep the same way we were waking up.
Spooning.
Her back fit perfectly against the front of mine. Our legs tangled together, and my rock-hard cock was nestled nicely in her ass.
I was in heaven.
"At least this morning, we aren't waking up late." Molly's sleepy voice pulled me from my musings.
"Nope. We're like an old married couple already. We went to bed at a decent time, and now we're waking up before the sun rises."
Molly snickered and wiggled deeper into my body. Somehow my cock got even harder. It wanted to be buried balls deep inthe woman rubbing her ass against it. I might not remember our wedding night together, but it would seem my dick did.
"You keep wiggling like that, and I'm going to have to get you off this morning." My hand snaked lower on her stomach until it reached the band of her sleep shorts. With just the tips of my fingers, I dipped them into her shorts and teased the area. I wanted to get a feel for how far she would let me take things.
Her body tensed for the briefest of moments before it relaxed further against me. The spreading of her legs ever so slightly was all the invitation I needed to work my way farther south.
I found she was wet for me as I played with her slick opening. I dragged her wetness and played with her bundle of nerves.
My chest swelled with pride as she moaned into the pillow. I wanted to make her feel good. To discover what she liked. Dipping two fingers into her opening, I curled them until I found the rough spot that I knew would have her wiggling in my arms.
Sure enough she bucked up. "That's it, baby. Ride my hand. Show me how much you like my fingers inside you."
Molly didn't hesitate. Her nails dug into my biceps and would leave little crescents indented to show she was there and the pleasure I gave her.
I worked her over until I felt her orgasm building, then I removed my hand.
"What the . . ."
I didn't give her a chance to finish. I flipped her onto her back and yanked her shorts down her legs. "I want you to finish on my tongue."
I didn't bother to wait to see if she was okay with the idea. If she wanted me to move, she would have to shove me away.
Molly didn't. In fact, her fingers went straight into my hair as she pushed my face deeper into her pussy.
She encouraged me on with each moan and whimper. She lifted her lips to try and bring me closer even though my face was buried so deep I was practically one with her.
I licked. I sucked. I teased her mercilessly. Bringing her to the brink time and time again before backing off some.
When she pulled my hair by the roots, I knew she had enough. "Parker, you better make me finish, or I'm going to make you bald."
"Yes, baby." I blew a breath across her wet core and watched as she shivered. Then I dove back in and feasted. I didn't stop until I pushed her so far over the edge there was no coming back from it. And still I didn't let up.
I sucked her dry. I lapped up all of her juices and worked her through her orgasm until she was a puddle of goo beneath me.
