Page 61 of Homestead

“No, it’s not that! It’s more like—” He doesn’t interrupt me this time. I stop myself.

“It’s more like you thought you were a burden on me so you needed to make up for it instead of realizin’ you make my life way, way better.”

I didn’t expect that kind of declaration in the middle of this weird, awkward, intense conversation. I gasp. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You turned everythin’ around for me, Chloe. I honestly never thought my life could be this good again.”

I’m swaying slightly, rocked by waves of feeling. Which is why my vocabulary has narrowed down to only one word. “Really?”

He shakes with throaty laughter. “Yes, really.”

I hug myself. “Okay. Me too.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re not just sayin’ that ’cause you know I wanna hear it?”

“No. It’s true. My life is so much better because of you.”

He smiles. Not broadly but for real. Then he slouches down slightly on the couch. “All right then. So now will you let me take care of you too?”

I don’t respond immediately as my mind catches up.

“You’re seriously gonna reject me again?”

“No! No, I’m not.” I move closer, not quite sure how he wants me to proceed.

“Good. So get naked and climb up here on my lap.”

I start to comply automatically, reaching for the bottom of my shirt to pull it off over my head. But I stop with it halfway up. “You want me to wash up first?”

“No, I don’t. Stop stalling, girlie, and take off your clothes.”

I’m bubbling with laughter as I pull my shirt off and then shimmy out of my jeans. My panties come with them, so I’m naked pretty quick. I move toward him, thinking he wants me to straddle him. But he pulls me on his lap so I’m leaning against him, sitting sideways with my legs stretched out on the middle couch cushion.

I feel unstable, held in position mostly by his arms and his body rather than mine.

He nuzzles the side of my face, his beard lightly scratching my skin. Then he stares down at me for a minute. Lowers his mouth to press his lips against mine in a very light kiss.

It’s featherlight and barely lasts two seconds, but it evokes the most intense shiver of pleasure down my spine, all the way to my pussy.

He pulls back, still watching my expression for a minute. When I don’t react, he nuzzles me again, adjusting his arm so I’m lying back a little farther. Then he bends his neck enough to suck on the fluttering pulse in my neck.

As he mouths me, his free hand moves to fondle my breasts. It can’t be a comfortable position for him, but he’s managing it. His touches are really working for me right now. Arousal clenches and builds as he continues until I’m panting unevenly and squirming in his lap.

I’m so desperate I breathe out, “Please.”

He moves a hand between my legs and teases until he finally slides one finger and then two inside me.

My pussy clings eagerly to the penetration. I let out a soft moan when he starts to thrust.

He fucks me with his hand until I reach a quick, hard climax, clutching his shirt and rocking and writhing in his lap, my helplessness somehow intensifying the sensations.

Warm satiation washes over me, and his hand slows as I come down. I curl up into a more secure position—still held on his lap with his arms—and mumble, “That was so good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But why would you think it was over?”

“What? Because I… I came.”

He uncurls me until I’m sprawled out shamelessly on his lap. He starts stroking my body again.

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