Page 63 of Time for Change

Stevie continues to move, keeping the same pace as she fucks my fingers and my cock with her mouth. I’m about to blow, unable to ignore the immense pleasure a second longer, but too soon, she pauses and looks up at me. “Jack?”

“Hmm?” I ask, wanting to thrust back into her mouth.

“Get a condom.”

My body reacts before my brain understands the order. I’m rolling to my side, unfortunately removing my fingers from her pussy, and grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer. Just as I go to rip it open, she takes the foil packet from my fingers. My eyes are glued to her even more as she tears into the package and places the condom at the end of my dick. With gentle, sure strokes, she slides it into place.

I place my right hand at her hip as she swings her leg over my waist and straddles me. Her eyes blaze fire as she gazes down at me, while reaching between her legs and taking my cock in her palm. Holding it upright, she lifts her hips, places it at her entrance, and lowers herself onto me.

Our mixed moans fill the room. When she’s completely seated, I hold out my hands for her to take. “Ride me, Sweets.”

Entwining her fingers with mine, she rocks her hips and lifts. She sets a painstakingly slow pace, but I’m not going to complain. Just watching her take what she wants, what she needs, has my complete attention.

Gradually, she starts to pick up her pace, bouncing up and down, chasing her orgasm, and all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. Stevie squeezes my hand and my cock, while the sweetest gasp spills from her open mouth. Her eyes close as her pussy contracts. I watch in complete rapture as her release grabs hold. Her entire body tenses as her head falls back. My spine tingles as my own orgasm barrels down on me, grabbing hold with both hands and squeezing the life out of me.

But it’s my name slipping from her lips that pushes me over the edge. I come—hard—and hold nothing back. I release her hands and grab hold of her hips when she weakens, dragging out every ounce of bliss I can from her body. The pumping of my hips finally slows, and she falls forward, her sweaty chest pressed to mine. I take her mouth, leisurely kissing her plump, sweet lips.

“Wow,” she murmurs against my skin.

My hands slide up her back as I hug her to me. “You can say that again.”

“Wow,” she coos, the hint of a smile in her voice.

I hold her against me, enjoying the feel of her naked body on top of mine very much. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that my very sated cock is still snuggled inside her very comfortable pussy. But unfortunately, I can’t lie here too much longer without taking care of the condom. “I need to get up for a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she whispers, exhaling deeply as she continues to lie on top of me.

Chuckling, I slowly slide her to the side and pull myself out from beneath her. My legs are jelly as I slip into the bathroom and repeat the process from the first time we had sex just a handful of hours ago. When I have the warm washcloth prepared, I return to bed and the woman I left sleeping.

“Stevie, I brought you something to clean up with,” I tell her, climbing beneath the covers.

“Okay,” she mutters, reaching blindly for the cloth. I help hold up the comforter so she can take care of wiping her thighs and pussy off, then take it from her and throw it over where the first one still lies. Just as she starts to relax again, she sighs. “Now I have to pee,” she mutters, clearly not happy about it.

She stumbles toward the bathroom and shuts the door. In the quiet of night, I can hear her using the toilet, which makes me smile. Not because I’m listening to her pee, but for the simple fact it feels so damn good having her in my space.

When the toilet flushes and her hands are washed, she returns to bed, still grumbling about having to get up in the first place. Holding open the comforter, she climbs back into bed, instantly moving to lie beside me. I place a kiss on her forehead as we both get comfortable once more, and with her in my arms, sleep claims us both fast.

There’s just something about having her in my arms.

If I could figure out how to make it happen every night, I would.

Too bad that’s not in the cards.

For now.

Chapter Nineteen

Stevie

“What’s the plan for today?” I ask over my coffee mug. I’m perched on the barstool at the counter, enjoying the view of a shirtless, barefoot Jack making me pancakes for breakfast.

“Well, since there’s a few inches of fresh snow on the ground, I thought we’d go out to Oak Spring Cemetery and sled.”

Clearly the lack of sleep and multiple rounds of amazing sex is affecting my hearing, and all I can do is blink. He glances my way and grins. “I’m sorry, did you just say we’re going to the cemetery to sled?”

He openly smiles now, flipping the pancakes on the griddle and reaching for the first plate. “That’s exactly what I said. The hills are great for sledding.”

“That’s…weird,” I mutter, taking the plate with two fresh pancakes on it. I reach for the syrup and squirt a healthy helping onto my food. “Can we do that? I mean, they let you sled at a cemetery?”

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