Page 70 of You & Me: Part Two

As I work my way back down her body, I cup one of her perfect breasts—that fills my hand as though it was made just for me— and I work the other with my mouth. I keep working my way back down to where I left her when I removed her panties. Once there I settle in, push gently on her thighs to spread her legs and she puts her feet flat on the bed next to my head. Finally, I take my first taste and I nearly come right then and there. I tease her with my tongue, and as I drag it down her center she grabs my hair and tries to pull my face closer. I drag my tongue back up to her swollen nub, and slide a finger inside and hear her gasp. I look up and see pure lust and want on her face as I increase the pace of my finger and my tongue. A moment later, I give her what I know she wants as I slip another finger into her warmth, and I can instantly feel her tighten around me. She’s already close.

I pull my mouth from her so I can watch her come apart. I keep my fingers working at their slow pace, and when I look up I find her watching me with rapt attention while her hands fist the sheets below her. She finds my eyes and I keep her gaze locked on mine as I return my mouth to her. I don’t increase the speed of my fingers, but keep it slow and steady. With my eyes on hers, it’s all she needs. Within just a few seconds she’s pulsing around my fingers and breaks our gaze to throw her head back and moan as quietly as she can. To feel her come apart for me is still the best feeling I have ever had. I help her ride her orgasm through to the end and remove my soaked hand. I give her a moment to catch her breath while I stand and remove my boxers…my boxers that are no longer able to contain me as I push out of the top of my waistband.

It doesn’t take her but a second to notice that I’m now just as naked as her. She quickly sits up on her knees as she beckons me with her forefinger and a naughty little smile. I meet here in the middle of the bed on my knees as well. We join in a kiss, but all too soon she breaks it, pushes me down on to the pillows, and gives me the same sweet torture that I just gave her.

She starts at my neck and follows the same path her soft fingers left earlier, but this time she follows it all the way down and takes me deep into her mouth. She pulls me back out and then licks a circle around the top of my head. With her hand at the base of my thickness, she starts to take me to the place I just took her. Using all the strength I can muster…I stop her. I cannot let this happen. I need to be inside her. I will not come in her mouth our first time together again. No way in hell!

I gently push her off of me and it’s clear she knows that I don’t want to finish that way. With a small, yet sexy smile on her face, she reaches for the foil packet on the bedside table. I quickly snatch it from her hand and tear the packet open with my teeth. I can’t slide it on fast enough. The moment it’s on, I’m back on top of her but holding most of my weight on my forearms.

I put my forehead to hers and ask one last time, just to be sure. “Are you sure?”

“More than sure.”

With her answer still on her lips, I crash my mouth into hers as I slowly and gently push my way into her warm perfection. She is so fucking tight. I know I have to take my time to let her body adjust to me so after slowly working my way in and out a couple of times, she gives me the signal I’m waiting for. Her legs wrap around my back and she uses her feet to push on my ass; her way of telling me she wants more. Just like that, we start moving in sync like no time has passed at all. We’re both silent, and never take our eyes off of each other. I can feel her start to tighten and pulse around me, and I know she’s about to come again. We continue to watch each other as we both fall apart in each other’s arms.

22

Emily

Waking up in his arms is like waking up in a dream. I would love nothing more than to wake up to his warmth every day for the rest of my life. If only life were that simple…

As I lay in the arms of the only man I have ever loved, I think back to the night before and how gentle and loving he was. He didn’t rush anything and he made sure that he satisfied me before even thinking about himself. It was amazing to feel how in sync we still were and just how natural and right being with him still felt. Looking into his eyes as he made love to me made all the anxiety of the last couple of days melt away. He and I together seem to be a magic elixir.

I’m brought out of my memories of the previous night when I feel a kiss to the top of my head and “Good morning, baby,” is whispered into my hair.

God, how I love the way his voice sounds first thing in the morning. It’s too bad my alarm is about to go off and I don’t have more time on my hands. If he keeps talking I may never make it to work.

“Morning. Hey…um…we need to be sure we’re up before Ireland. We don’t want to confuse her.”

“What do you mean, confuse her?”

Leave it to me to ruin the moment.

“Well, I don’t want her to think this is the new normal or to try to explain to her what grown-up boy/girl sleepovers are just yet. I also don’t want to have to ask her to keep a secret from her Uncle.”

As if he only heard the first part of my explanation he says, “Do you not want this to become your new normal?”

I can tell he’s upset, and I try to reassure him when I say, “Jonathan, this is Mick’s house and our sleepovers won’t be happening once he gets back.”

I can see his face cloud over, and any residual joy from the night before vanishes.

“Hey, don’t think about what happens after this week. Let’s enjoy the time we do have before Mick gets back.”

“Sure…yea…okay…whatever,” he says in frustration as he throws back the covers and starts to jolt out of the bed.

I grab his hand before he’s completely out of the bed and say, “Jonathan, don’t be mad that I don’t want to confuse her. I haven’t had to navigate these waters before, and I’m not sure know how to handle it.”

“What do you mean?” he asks still standing, naked in all his glory.

“I just haven’t really dated much…well…at all.”

“You mean since us?” He says as he moves his finger between the two of us.

I am so embarrassed. He must think I’m such a loser, but I have to be honest with him if I want this to work, and I do. I just don’t know how to do it, so I just let it all out.

“Yep. I know how pathetic that sounds, but I was a twenty-one-year-old who was pregnant with a baby by a man who pretended he didn’t know her, and I had just left you. I was a mess after San Clemente. I could barely function, to tell you the truth. The next thing I know I’m a pregnant college senior, and then Ireland was here. I’ve been a working, single parent all this time and there wasn’t time or anybody worthy enough to bring around my baby girl. So…no. I haven’t been with anybody since you. Lame, I know.”

Embarrassed, I cover my face with his now abandoned pillow.

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