Page 42 of The Yips

“Gosh, Sam, you’re close, aren’t you? You’re thinking about something else right now, trying not to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he hissed as I slid almost entirely off his cock and slammed back down on him.

“Don’t do that, Sam; you got to see me coming all over your face. I want to see you lose control.” I continued to alternate between rocking against him, so I could feel his shaft against my clit as I fucked him hard and deep. “And I’m ready for it.”

As soon as I whispered that in his ear, he flipped me on my back, losing his last bit of control as he took me hard and fast. The headboard slammed into the wall behind us, and the pressure in my groin began to build again. My hands moved restlessly between his muscled back and shoulder and his ass, not able to get enough of him.

“Baby, please. Are you close?”

“Yes, Sam. Fuck. I need you to come.”

“Inside you?”

“Yes, inside me. God, don’t stop.” My orgasm began to build in slow pulses as his pace quickened, his breath harsh against my face. As soon as I felt his cock pulse, signaling the start of his release, I came so hard around him, milking his cock until we were both spent. His cock softened and slipped out of me, but he stayed completely still with his forehead pressed on mine.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Because I don’t think I’m okay.”

I reached up and wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. “This wasn’t just fucking for you.”

“No, it wasn’t. Everything with you is so much more.”

I kissed him deeply, unable to express my feelings in words. Then I looked to the side and noticed a video baby monitor he’d set up so I could watch Crew. The dull thud inmy chest turned into a full-on squeeze, and I closed my eyes tight to hold back the tears, only to fail.

He wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes and gave me the time I needed to speak.

“I didn’t expect to meet someone, Sam. I thought I was in this alone. Since I had Crew, I have watched people with their children, especially fathers. And they aren’t attentive. They don’t notice what their wives or babies need. And they are failing with their kids, the ones they wanted. Here you are, just anticipating that I’d be nervous with Crew in the next room, and you fixed it. And yes, we just fucked with feelings. A whole lot of feelings are dripping down my face, and I hate crying. I don’t cry.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me inside your head. For trusting me with your son. For following me across the country and taking a chance on me.”

We lay together silently for a few more minutes. “Hey, Sam? I have to clean up and use the bathroom. What side do you sleep on?” I asked.

“I usually sleep on that side,” he said, pointing to the opposite side of the bed.

“Oh.”

“What’s the issue, Kels?”

“I didn’t think you’d make your guest sleep in the wet spot.”

“Go clean up, and I’ll work on the sheets.”

CHAPTER 38

Sam

Iheard Kelsey stir around two when Crew woke up, and I found them both asleep in the chair less than an hour later.

“Hey,” I nudged her awake, taking a sleeping Crew from her arms. “I can move the bassinet into the bedroom if needed. Would you feel better if he’s in there?”

She whispered, “No, we need to get used to sleeping in separate rooms. He’s going to outgrow the bassinet soon enough. I just fell asleep.”

I popped him back in the bassinet and helped Kelsey up from the chair. “Let’s go back to bed,” I said, tugging her arm to follow me toward the bedroom.

When we settled back into bed, I tugged her in close to me. “Sorry, I woke you. I tried to be as quiet as possible.”

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