When I wake up, I’m overly warm. I can tell it’s still dark even with my eyes closed, but it isn’t until I feel movement in bed with me that I remember where I am. When my eyes drift open, Audrey’s hair is in my face, the light citrus scent wafting up around me. She’s either dreaming or just moving around in her sleep, but either way, she’s unintentionally pressing her ass against me, and my dick is springing to attention.
I want to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tighter against me, then shower her with kisses until she wakes up. But my bladder has different ideas, thanks to the cup of tea she made me last night when I was a little too keyed up coming off a win to go straight to bed, no matter how much I’d insisted that I could go right to sleep with her. It had been sweet torture to wrap her in my arms but not make anything about the experience sexual—but that was what she needed from me. Now, however, my body is reacting to being in bed with her, and so I need to get up.
When I return from the bathroom, she’s rolled over and is facing my side of the bed. I slide in between the sheets, and she reaches over, stroking my face. In the darkness, I can barely tell she has her eyes open.
“You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
“No, my alarm’s set for 6 a.m. We have another hour before I need to go.” Do I need to leave that early for practice? No. But I do need to leave before Graham wakes up, because we don’t want to confuse him. Last night, we decided that he needs to know as soon as possible. But it needs to be an intentional conversation, not because he wakes up to find me in bed with his mom.
“Good,” she says, then reaches her arm around my neck and pulls me to her. When her lips meet mine, the kiss is soft and tentative, so different from the hungry, almost desperate way we clawed at each other in her office the other day. But when she parts her lips with a breathy sigh, and pulls my lower lip between her teeth, it’s like even though I want to take it slow with her, I can’t.
I press forward into her, rolling her onto her back as I prop myself up on my elbow to deepen the kiss. She gives it right back to me, wrapping her leg around my hips and pulling herself onto her side, lining our lower bodies up so that her center is pressed right against the quickly hardening length of my cock.
Her sighs quickly transform into breathy moans, and her hand slips from my neck, trailing along the muscles of my chest and abdomen, until she’s dipping her fingers into my boxer briefs. She trails her fingertips along the inside of the waistband, where she runs them back and forth over the muscles of my lower abdomen, but she doesn’t explore farther as she continues to kiss me.
It turns out she doesn’t need to, because my cock springs to life, pushing up into her touch, and as soon as she feels the smooth head brush against her skin, she lets out a groan and slides her fingers down, gripping my shaft in her warm hand. The feel of her skin sliding against mine as she works her hand up and down has me reaching for my boxers and pushing them down my legs. But of course, getting them over my thighs is a two-handed job, so Audrey pushes me back onto the mattress, saying, “Allow me.”
As she kneels on the bed in nothing but a t-shirt, her long brown hair messy from sleep, and my boxers now in her hands as she gazes down at me, I feel a tightening in my chest.
“I want you so badly—”
Her lips turn up at the corners with a little smirk and she interrupts me to say, “I can see that.”
“I want all of you, Audrey. Not just your body. I want your days, and your nights. I want the good times and the messy, difficult bits too. I want to be the one to be there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on. I want to be there for Graham as he grows up. And I don’t want to wait any longer. I know it will take time for you to fully trust me”—I reach out, sweeping her hair off her shoulder and gripping the back of her neck—“but I’m not going anywhere. I’m always going to be here for you. We’re going to figure out how to make this work, forever.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens them again. “I know.”
“What do you know?” I ask, searching those pretty blue eyes that light me up.
“I know that you’re in this for the long haul. I know you want to make the past right by being there for me and Graham in the future. And I know that I’m being difficult, needing time to adjust to the idea that your feelings for me are genuine and not just part of you trying to fix your mistakes from the past.”
“Is that what you think?” I ask, using my thumb to tilt her chin back up when she looks down. “Look at me, Audrey.”
Her eyes track back to my face. “I’m always going to be here for you. Not just because I think you’re unbelievably beautiful and because you’re the mother of my child and because I always want to get you naked. I’m here for you because I want to be part of your whole life. Because you’re the kindest, smartest woman I know. Because you make me want to be the kind of guy who deserves someone like you.”
There are tears in her eyes, but I hold her face steady, refusing to let her look away. She needs to know how serious I am about her. Most importantly, though, she needs to believe that she’s worth it. Because what I’m coming to realize is that, with the exception of her brother, every other man in her life has let her down, made her feel like she wasn’t worth staying for. Including me. But I’m not going to let her down again.
I sit up and pull her face to mine, kissing her lips gently. Then she pulls back, looking me straight in the eye, and admits, “I’m scared.”
“I know.”
“The last person I gave my heart to left me. He broke my heart, and he broke Graham’s too.”
“Audrey, your worth is not determined by his inability to value precious things. He was obviously an idiot. But you know what? I’m not. I see what I have here, and there’s no way I’m ever walking away. So, you’re stuck with me.”
She leans forward, resting her forehead against mine. “Good.”
I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me, so she’s sitting right on my cock. “I’m going to take care of you in every way I know how. Starting with satisfying all your needs in bed.”
Her chest shakes with inaudible laughter.
“Lose the shirt.”
Eyes widening, her voice gets a playful tone when she says, “Yes, sir.”
I don’t think she means it the way my dick wants to take that comment, but it has me pressing up into her so that I slide along her wet seam. “Careful princess, or I’m going to start getting a lot more demanding just to hear you say that again.”
She pulls the shirt off and leans back just enough that I can let my eyes roam over her breasts and down her stomach. This time, she doesn’t try to hide from me, and it feels like a million miles of progress have been made.
“God, Audrey, the things your body makes me want to do to you…”
“Tell me,” she says, and moves her hips forward so she’s sliding along my shaft.
I cup her full breasts in my hands and slide my thumbs over her nipples, watching the way her eyes close halfway as a result. She tilts her head back and presses her chest forward, bringing one of her nipples to my mouth and running it over my lips. I can’t help but open for her, and I trail my tongue around and then over the hard peak before I suck her fully into my mouth, holding her breast there as I tease her nipple with my tongue. Her hands grip my shoulders as her hips move in tempo with my tongue, and she hisses out a sound of pleasure that has the need coursing through my veins harder than before.
I let her breast go, resting my hands behind me so I’m leaning back slightly as I look up at her. “You want me to tell you what I want to do to you? Everything. Starting with, I want to slip inside you right now and watch you ride my cock while these perfect tits bounce in my face.”
She rises on her knees on either side of me, reaches between us to line me up with her entrance, and then slowly sinks down onto me, sighing as I slide into her. “So fucking full,” she whispers as she pauses.
“C’mon, baby,” I say, hoping to encourage her to keep going. “I know you can take all of me.”
She squeezes her eyes closed. “This isn’t all of you?”
I let out a low laugh. “No. But you took all of me the other day, so I know you can do it again.” This angle is different, deeper, which is why she feels so full. So I reach my thumb between us, gently stroking her clit until she’s rocking her hips, sliding up and then sinking down, taking more of me until eventually she’s fully seated with me inside her. I hold her hips down, filling her completely. “Stay there for a second.”
“What’s wrong, Drew?” she teases. “Is this too much for you?”
“No, but I could easily make it too much for you, and I don’t want to hurt you by going too fast.” My hands caress from her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts as I lean forward and run my tongue over one nipple, then the other. Then I let my hands continue under her armpits and around to her shoulder blades, and then down her back to her ass. I grip each cheek in a hand, and say, “You have the most delectable ass. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind so I can see it spread out before me as I enter you.”
She exhales sharply as her hips start to move of their own accord, and she doesn’t complain when I bottom out. Instead, she holds my shoulders tighter and rides me like it’s what she was built to do. Watching her take the lead and take all of me like this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “That’s right,” I tell her. “Use me. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to talk to me,” she says breathily.
Oh, I can do that. “Do you want me to tell you how all I can think about is spanking this ass?”
“Yes.” The word is a hiss, and I’m not sure if it’s confirmation or an invitation, but I take it as both. I pull my hand back a few inches and give her a playful slap on her ass, and she grunts, then takes me harder and faster, so I do it again, but a little harder. Her grunt is louder this time, and I soothe my hand over the place I slapped while I watch her bouncing up and down on me and noting the thin sheen of sweat covering her skin.
I move my hands to her hips to help her lift and lower herself, then I say, “Or do you want me to talk about how I will never, ever get enough of your tits?” I lean forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth again, and her groan is so loud I have to pull back and look up at her. “Quiet, princess, or you’ll wake our kid.”
She bites her lower lip into her mouth, so I keep talking. “There is nothing sexier than the way you’re taking me right now, bouncing up and down on my cock, your breasts in my face.” I lean forward and suck the other nipple into my mouth, and she groans again, but is quieter about it this time. “Lean back,” I say, and she does what I ask, resting her hands behind her and leaning back on them. I hold her hips in place so I’m fully seated inside her. “Now move your legs so they’re behind my back.”
She laughs lightly. “I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”
“I’ll wait.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she slides one knee up, and then stretches the leg out so her foot is flat on the bed behind me, and her knee is up around my armpit, and then does the same with her other leg. The angle has me even deeper inside her, and she squeezes me from within, making it impossible for me not to move. A gentle rocking of my own hips, and my hands moving her hips, sets the pace. And then I lean forward to where her breasts are pointing straight up at me from the way her back is arched, and I bury my face between them. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that, right?”
When she doesn’t respond, I look up at her, increasing the pace and watching her face intently. I can tell she’s getting close by the short pants escaping her lips. It only takes another minute or two for her eyes to widen. “You close?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I bring her down on me hard, holding her there. She squirms, wanting to feel me sliding along her inner walls.
“Why are you stopping?”
“Because I want something from you before I make you come.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, as she brings one of her hands from behind her and slides it between us to circle her clit.
“If you think I’m letting you come before you give me what I want, you’re so wrong,” I tell her.
“What is it you want?” She tilts her chin up as she continues touching herself, wearing a look that borders on defiance.
“I want you to dance for me.”
“What?” The word comes out with an incredulous laugh. “Now?”
“No, not now. But when I get back from this road trip, I want to see what you’re learning in this class.”
“I don’t even have a pole to practice on,” she says.
“You will when I get back.”
“And where will that be?” I can tell the thought turns her on by the way her hips start to move. I let her take the lead, giving her what she wants.
“In my bedroom.”
Another laugh bursts out of her. “Drew, what will people think if you have a pole installed in your bedroom?”
“Since there’ll never be anyone in there but you, no one else will have an opinion. Not that it would matter if they did, anyway.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, sinking down on to me harder and faster than before.
“I’m deadly serious. So are you agreeing, or are we stopping this right here?”
“You wouldn’t,” she says, eyes widening. Her reaction almost makes me laugh.
I pull her down on me rough and hard, hitting deep inside her so that her eyes roll back in her head. “Baby, there’s nothing in the world I want more than to see you fall apart on my cock. But I want that promise first, or it’s not going to happen.”
“I can just make myself come,” she says.
“You could, but it would be a sad replacement for coming with me deep inside you, and you know it.”
“Fine,” she sighs. “Now finish me off.”
“With pleasure,” I say, lifting her off me and setting her on the bed next to me.
“What the fuck, Drew?” she whispers, but it comes out more like a whine.
Instead of answering, I get on my knees, guiding her body around so she’s on all fours in front of me. “I told you I wanted to see this ass when I came inside you.”
I enter her swiftly, and she pushes back into me, her pelvis hitting my hip bones. Leaning forward, I run my hands under her breast, tweaking her nipples between my fingers as she pushes back into me over and over. “Now touch yourself,” I tell her.
In the quickly lightening room, I watch her bring her hand up to her mouth, then she reaches between her legs. And as she strokes herself, I feel her gripping me tighter from inside, and I know her orgasm is close. I pinch her again and she mewls out in pleasure, and then her soft grunts punctuate the silence as she slams herself back onto me repeatedly. And once she’s done coming, I reach forward, gripping her throat in my hand. “This pussy is mine,” I growl. “All of you is mine.”
“Yes,” she says, and she looks over her shoulder at me as her hand slips farther back and lightly grips my balls. “And you’re mine.”
As I spill myself inside her, that’s the only word left in my vocabulary: Mine. Over and over, on repeat. Mine.
