“Come here,” she says, pulling me on top of her by grabbing my arms. She kisses me, the taste of her pussy sharp between us, as she works at my pants.
When my shirt is off, her hands roam up my stomach and sides, and when my pants finally go, her heels are digging into me, pulling me into her. I slide in with ease, feeling some strange sort of sensation in my chest as I slip all the way inside.
“You feel amazing,” I whisper, kissing her again.
I move slowly, loving the way she feels. Her moans grow louder. Mine do too. She claws at my back, pulling me into her, begging for more.
“You’re going to make me come,” she warns.
“Right there with you,” I say. “Should I—”
“I want you to come inside me,” shesays. “Please.”
“Well, if you’re going to beg—“ I chuckle, but it turns into a low groan as the orgasm hits me. She clenches around my cock, her body tensing as she comes too.
We’re breathing heavily, and we stay like this, with me still inside her, until our hearts are at a normal pace.
I get a damp facecloth to wipe her up, and then we lie in bed with no sheets since they’re all downstairs on the floor.
“Are you okay with all of this?” I ask.
“Are you?”
“I’d accepted my fate a long time ago.”
“But that’s not what this is anymore.”
“I know. And that’s a lot to think about, but… I’m good. This is good.”
“This is good,” she says, turning on her side to throw her arm and leg over me. I kiss the top of her head, hugging her close. “We should probably get dressed before they come back.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Neither of us moves, though. Not until we hear the old truck coming down the dirt road.
I gather our clothes, handing everything to her so she can dress.
We’re heading down the steps when the guys come in the front door.
“Got you more Oreos,” Gus calls out.
“Yeah, he gotallof the Oreos,” Rhett says with an eye roll.
“Well, I just figured going into town isn’t so simple, so we may as well stock up.”
“How many is all?” Daisy asks, peeking in the brown paper bag.
“It was only eight packages,” Gus says.
“Eight?” she says with a laugh.
“I can eat through that in like three days,” I say, patting my stomach.
“Oh, and I know you said you didn’t need anything, but I was thinking that you need to make that pecan pie,” Rhett says.
“Baking is not my thing,” she pouts.
“Yeah, but… it basically fixed everything. It deserves it,” Gus says.
