Page 80 of Starting Over with You
She moans as I fill her. “You do this often?”
“Never,” I say against her jaw. “But if I fail at getting out of this sweet cunt, I’ll get you some Plan B.”
Her boys are eighteen, my daughter is sixteen; neither one of us is trying to have any more kids. As much as I want her swollen with my child, I’m not naïve. We’re older; our time has passed. It’llbe the two of us with the kids we made with others but whom we’ll love as our own.
“So romantic,” she laughs on a moan, and I nibble on her jaw.
“I can’t help it,” I grit out, holding her tightly to me as I thrust. “I want to feel every inch of this pussy.”
“God, Dean,” she moans as she rolls her hips, and I rock up into her, each thrust requiring a Herculean effort not to give in to the desire to fill her. “Harder.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I move faster, deeper, into her tight heat. Our bodies slap together, and when I feel the fluttering of her sweet cunt, I have to squeeze my eyes shut. I slide my hand between us, rolling her clit in time with each of my thrusts. Her moans are loud and wild, her clit pulsing against my thumb as I rub her tight little nub. Heat burns down my spine, my balls are heavy, and then she squeezes me so tightly, I have to stop or I’ll come. She screams my name, and yeah, I can’t.
I lift her up with my arm, pulling out as my come spurts between us, covering her stomach and mine as we both pant, watching as I explode everywhere. She’s vibrating in my arms as my heart slams in my chest like it wants out.
Like it wants to live inside her.
I look up just as she does, our eyes meeting in a heated embrace that has my cock jerking between us. Kenni’s lips curve, her face bright and red as she murmurs, “That’s so hot.”
A strangled chuckle leaves my lips, but then I go quiet when she runs her finger through my release. I watch, enraptured, as she lifts my come to her lips and sucks her finger into her mouth. She moans, and I growl, “No, that’s fucking hot.”
She giggles as I lean in, kissing her lips with an intensity only she can bring out in me. She falls into my kiss, her hands coming up to cup my face as I wrap my arms around her. We tease each other, nibbling and licking to the point I know I don’t ever want to kiss anyone else but her.
But I think I knew that the first time I tasted these sweet lips.
When we part to breathe, she smiles as she rubs her thumb overthe stubble on my jaw. I’m lost in the many blues of her eyes, and once more, I feel the need to tell her how deeply in love with her I am. How I have loved her my whole fucking life.
“Do you work tonight?” she whispers, and I swallow back the words.
Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.
“Yeah, then I get Skyye in the morning.”
She nods before looking down, and I can see the uncertainty blooming inside her.
I say, “Hey,” just as she says, “Shower?”
Our eyes meet, and our lips turn up at the same time. I cuddle her close and kiss her top lip, before wiggling my top lip against her nose and making her giggle. She leans into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck as she presses her forehead to mine. I kiss the side of her mouth before whispering, “Sleep here tonight.”
She grins. “I have a bed.”
“Yeah, mine.”
The skin around her eyes crinkles as she shakes her head. “I can’t sleep here when Skyye is here.”
“Who says?”
“Dean,” she drawls, and I bring in my brows.
“What?”
She gives me an incredulous look. “That will be confusing for her. Especially when we don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I know,” I say simply, holding her gaze.
Her lips part as she searches my eyes. “What?”
“I know what we’re doing.” I cuddle her closer. “And you’re going to figure it out sooner rather than later.”
