Page 73 of After Our Kiss

“No.” Pulling her hand away, I grabbed her and lifted her in the air. She squeaked as I set her on the kitchen island. “Hands and knees.”

There was a flash of uncertainty in her stare. Keeping her on her toes was intoxicating. My nostrils flared, I chased after that sensation. Georgia scrambled into the position I'd asked for. Grabbing her blouse, I pulled it over her head—her ponytail swung like a bell.

Her breasts perched in her demi-cup bra. I reached for it, but she beat me, unclipping it and throwing it aside. “I didn't want you to tear it,” she said sheepishly.

“Face down. Reach back and spread yourself open for me.”

Looking away, she put her cheek to the cool surface of the marble. Her manicured fingers reached behind, opening herself up so I could see the inner, shiny walls of her cunt. Her asshole winked at me.

The best parts of her were eye level now. Leaning in, I took a slow, long lick of her pussy and crevice. Her moan was glorious; her shout of surprise when I spanked her even better.

“Don't let go, Georgia. Keep yourself wide open for me. Show off your pretty, hungry little pussy.” My open palm came down on her rear-end again. Each time I spanked her she jumped. By the fifth slap, she was rolling her hips, juice leaking down her inner thighs.

Running my index finger through her slit, I flicked her clit. “I need to come,” she whined.

“I know. I can tell.” My finger was slippery. I rubbed the tip on her asshole, guiding it inside, past her tight, resisting ring. She opened for me eagerly. Georgia writhed, bucking on the insertion like it was my cock.

I fucked her asshole with my finger, petting her clit with my free hand. She was strong but I could ready her signals. She wanted to obey me—wait to come—and she couldn't. “Fuck,” she cried out, shaking all over. “I can't hold back! I'm coming!”

She came hard, asshole flexing on me. Gripping my cock I fisted myself, my urge for my own release driving me wild. Watching her orgasm would never get old.

Pulling my finger free, I grabbed a paper towel from nearby and wiped myself clean. Then I shoved my pants and boxers all the way down, abandoning them on the floor. She sat up to face me, her feet dangling over the island's edge. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I couldn't stop myself.”

She looked at my face and her breath caught. Did she see how truly obsessed with her I was? Had she glimpsed the creature she professed to love, the one that had dreamed of claiming her since the start?

I meant to speak; I kissed her instead, and that was just as well. I sucked on her lower lip, exploring the roof of her mouth. Her tongue rocked against mine and when I opened my eyes, I saw she was still staring at me.

No fear. No worry.

Only love.

Georgia ripped my shirt over my torso. Her fingertips swiped over my hard muscles, as if it was the first time she'd seen me naked. We'd spent so much time in the dark, that fucking like this, in the middle of a well-lit room was novel.

I was tall enough that I could screw her as she sat on the island. Instead, I curled her in my arms and carried her through our home. “What's wrong?” she asked, clinging to me.

“Nothing,” I said, settling her on the mattress. It was a huge bed with silken blankets the color of gold. “Except that we've lived here for over a month and I haven't fucked you in our own bed. Let's fix that.”

Fanning her fingers through my hair, she dug in, bringing me down for another kiss. My body melded with hers under mine. Rocking together, I thrummed with pleasure at the sensation of my cock sandwiched between us. The pressure was glorious; I was ready for more.

Leaning over, I reached into the nightstand. I'd bought condoms forever ago, and the package sat, unopened still.

“Wait,” she said, stopping me. “No condom.”

I went still as a panther on the hunt. “Georgia, are you sure about this?”

“I am. And I think you are too. If you think about it, it's something we want, right? Both of us wouldn't regret a baby.”

Her acceptance of me was full; she didn't just love me, she loved the idea of making another life with me.A baby. A family.Those things had never fit into my world. They couldn't have... until Georgia.

Flaring with the knowledge that someday her belly might swell with our child, I gripped her hips and buried my shaft inside of her in one massive thrust. “Ahh,” I groaned, sinking in, reveling in the sensation of our bodies colliding. “Georgia!” Paradise surrounded my brain.

“I'm coming again,” she whimpered.

One spasm came, then another. The muscles in her pussy squeezed of their own accord as I climaxed deep inside of her. I saw nothing—felt nothing—but the existence of us. I fucked her like I was stuck in a loop. I'd already come but I kept thrusting. Nothing could end until I let it, and this—what we had—I wished it to go on forever.

But bodies aren't as strong as desires. Eventually, I shivered and slowed; content to hold myself inside of her. Georgia's wet walls flexed on me. Her aftershocks were their own brand of deliciousness.

I'd been terrified that if I touched her, I'd taint her. My brother's words had worn on me like a curse: “You're no better than me.”According to the woman I loved, he was wrong.

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