He ran his fingers down her face, the rough pads of his fingers imprinting the memory of her skin deep in his soul. She gave him a sexy look, her pupils bigger, her breath dictating the rise and fall of her chest. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.
She lowered her hand to his cock, closing her palm on his warm flesh. His blood rushed south, adrenaline thrumming in his veins. She didn’t let go of his cock, stroking him, or the stare they held. “You are irresistible,” she said.
Irresistible.
The way she said it, with a crispiness to her tone that he linked to the desire messing with her inside as much as it did his, clenched his heart. A beat later, it resumed with a vengeance, his entire body charged with heat and urgency.
She stroked him from root to tip, his cock growing and with it the achy need to be inside her. When she cupped his already throbbing balls, a shot of sexual awareness zapped to his core, the silent but intense warning he’d come quick if he didn’t take charge.
He swung her legs over his shoulders, and she gasped, confusion in her eyes. Unwilling to waste time, he thrust inside her, taking his cock all the way to the hilt, and she gasped again—this time, a sound filled with pleasure and delight.
Pleasure inundated him also. Holy fuck… her inner walls contracted against his cock, in an impossibly tight, erotic hug he’d never want to let go of. He couldn’t tell if the vibration came from his veins wildly pulsating, or her slick walls responding to his invasion. Either way, the strong throb reverberated through him, pounding all his pulse points.
Every time he retreated then slid back into her sweet pussy, his self-control weakened, and his lust for her increased in tenfold. He was in so deep inside her. So good…
“Yes,” she hissed. “I love you so much.”
“Me too baby,” he said, then fucked her harder, underlining his sentiment with his thrust.
By the time he touched her clit, she was so close, he could tell. A sheen of sweat covered her pink stained cheeks. Seeing her like this only pumped him up higher, egging him on to flick her swollen bud of nerves until she came undone in his arms—which didn’t take long.
“Yes…” she whimpered. “Baby, I’m coming,” she said, then a long-winded moan filled the space as her limbs shook, and he rocked his hips forward, fucking harder, so that at the end tail of her orgasm, he came too.
He let out a growl, as his body contracted for one hot second, then let go. Jerky movements followed, his vision blurred, heart about to leap from his mouth. He emptied himself inside her, fully, unrestrainedly, until they trembled together, and slowly their bodies stilled, slicked to one another. He rolled off the top of her and onto the bed, taking her with him, and kissed the top of her head. Their limbs entangled, the scent of post-sex still swirling in the air.
He wished he could stay like this, forever. He and his woman, without a care in the world…
Alyssa yawned. He made a sound behind her, and she stretched into his embrace.
She’d withdrawn after running into her mother, unsure about what the best path forward would be. Never in a million years would she have expected for him to come after her—she’d put some distance between them more for self-preservation than anything.
But he’d surprised her, not only by coming after her but mainly for telling her how he felt. He loved her. She sighed. Life couldn’t be that bad, right?
Mr. Fluffers who was sleeping in his bed in the corner, whimpered, warning her he wanted to go outside. She disengaged from the warmth of their bubble, and sat up, grabbed a shirt and a pair of shorts, not worrying about bra or underwear, slapped them on and took him to the backyard.
She took him out, then flicked on the coffee machine while he relieved himself. “Do you want coffee?” she yelled to Knox.
She heard him groan from the bedroom and she took that as a yes.
He never spent the night with her in her room at the Smiths’ residence before. He’d visited, yes, and spent time with her in the home, but she never wanted to disrespect the Smith’s home or anything like that. Even though she doubted they’d care much, as long as her guest was nice to Mr. Fluffers.
The doorbell rang, a quick sound like the ones whenever a mailing service dropped a box. They tended to stack up, Mrs. Smith’s online shopping addiction still going strong even though she was miles away. Best to pick it up now, she thought, heading for the door and opened it, expecting to see a box or two from a retailer.
The person in front of her didn’t wear a uniform from a major shipping company. A chill ran down her spine.
Nope. “Madison?” she asked, rearing back like someone had just slapped her. Pillars of ice filled her veins, and she could feel the color draining from her face. She blinked a few times, to make sure this was really happening. Madison, at her doorstep.
Madison smiled, nodding excitedly. “Surprise!” she said, coming inside before she even had a chance to invite her in.
“I thought you were coming next week,” Alyssa said, closing the door behind her.
She noticed that her friend held a small gift bag, which she placed on the console table. Mr. Fluffers barked, confused, then walked up to her and sniffed her shoes.
“Me too. Silly me, turns out I had the wrong date, by four days! So I decided to surprise Dad, but I walked in and didn’t see him there. So then I came over. How have you been?”
“Good,” she said, hoping her expression softened. “Listen, this isn’t a great time,” she said, as realization dawned on her. Knox was still in her bed, naked under the sheets. Her stomach sank to the floor, and she felt a lump of apprehension expanding in her throat.
“Why? You think Mr. Fluffers has a problem with me being here?” Madison chuckled, then made a face. Then, her eyes widened. “Oh. You have a guest over?”
