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“God, you look so perfect like this.”
“Then fuck me like you said you wanted to.”
He brings the head of his cock to my entrance, rubbing it through my pussy to coat himself in my arousal. “Scoot back a little.” I do. “That’s it.” As he pushes forward, I revel in the way I feel stretching around him, his thick cock filling me in a way no other man has. “Fuuuuccckkk, baby.”
My head falls forward when he starts to move. “God, yes. Fuck me, Easton.”
Both hands grip my hips as he thrusts, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
My entire body catches fire, heat pooling between my legs as Easton moves one of his hands, circling my clit. “You’re fucking dripping for me, baby.” His fingers move faster as his chest presses to my back. “Feeling your pussy squeeze my cock like this is fucking heaven.”
The first tremor of my orgasm blooms. “Keep going.” His relentless pace builds me higher. There is nothing but him and me—no school, no baby, no decisions lurking around the corner.
Easton and I are building something new and exciting, yet overwhelming.
Everything about this man overwhelms me.
His fingers move faster, giving me the friction against my clit that I need.
And I detonate.
My head falls to the mattress as he fucks me through my release, and just as mine subsides, he lets out a groan that lets me know he’s found his own.
“Jesus. Christ.”
Our bodies remain joined as the aftershocks race through us, and then he gently pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed to my right.
I lie beside him and run my nails through his chest hair. “Thank you,” I mutter. “I needed that.”
His face turns to mine. “Happy to be of service.”
“Yeah.” I stroke his face as I search for the words. “It’s more than that, though.”
“What is?”
“This thing between us, Easton,” I admit. “This is more than just sex.”
He smirks. “Good.”
“There’s still a lot on my mind, though. Things I think I need to work through.”
“There’s no rush here, Lennon.” He places my hand over the center of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, and I sure as hell don’t plan to. Well, except…”
My chest instantly tightens. “Except what?”
He turns fully onto his side, his brow furrowing. “Fuck, I’ve been putting off telling you this…but I have to work out of town for a week.”
My heart pounds faster. “When?”
“Next week.”
“And how long have you known about this?”
“Since Monday,” he answers.
Disappointment floods my chest. “Oh.”
His hand grips my waist, pulling me to him. My stomach rests between us now, making it more difficult to close the space. “Look, it’s only for one week. My boss promised that he wouldn’t ask me to do this again, at least until long after the baby is born. But it’s for Hart Winery. The owner is a friend of his dad’s…”
