Page 104 of By Invitation Only
Peyton couldn’t answer other than another moan.
I took my hand that was kneading her breast and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She was drenched, her arousal filling the air, and my dick was so hard that I was rubbing it against the mattress and giving myself pleasure. I wasn’t going to last a week without fucking my woman. I didn’t even make it a few hours.
As I pumped my fingers into her, curling them just right to hit that spot that I knew would bring Peyton to coming fast, her breathing quickened, and I knew she was on the verge of ecstasy. So I went faster and sucked harder on her clit. So hard that she bucked, trying to throw me off of her as she came, bowing into herself. Her cries were muffled by my hand, and if I wasn’t buried in her in the next second, I was going to come on her stomach.
I didn’t want that. So I rose, grabbed her hips and without a word turned her onto her belly. Peyton moaned again, this time into her pillow when I jerked her arse up and slid inside her warm, dripping wet pussy. God, she felt good. So fucking good that I forgot about where we were and started to pump into her—hard—the legs of the bed moving a little against the wood floor. I didn’t care. I’d sand the floor and refinish it myself if that meant I could fuck Peyton as hard as I fucking wanted to.
Fuck the floors.
She was addicting—enticing—desirable and mine. All fucking mine. I fucking wanted the entire world to know. And I was going to find out a way to make that happen.
My thrusts quickened, sweat slid down my back and as Peyton moaned into the pillow again with her release, I followed, emptying inside of her.
Inside of her…
Fuck!
I couldn’t think. I didn’t think. I was so caught up in the fact that I knew of a way to fuck her without anyone hearing, that I forgot to put on a condom. Now, as I pulled out of her and we were trying to catch our breaths, my cum was dripping from her pussy and onto my sheets.
Fuck!
I grabbed the shirt I was wearing the day before and used it to clean her up. I heard Peyton suck in a breath probably realizingwhyI was doing it.
“It’s okay,” I said. I didn’t know if it was. I’d never gone without a condom, we’d never talked about birth control or STDs or anything that I assumed couples did before they fucked without protection. I was clean, and I knew she was clean because of Sensation.
“You didn’t use a condom?” she asked.
Fuck!
“I…” I started, still cleaning her up. “I forgot.”
“You forgot?” she asked as she looked over her shoulder, on all fours.
“If you get pregnant, we’ll figure it out.” The plan was for me to get my citizenship and divorce Carrie. Having a baby might be before the divorce was finalized, but we’d make due. I loved Peyton, and I’d make it right.
“I’m not worried about becoming pregnant,” she retorted, and spun around to sit on her arse.
“You’re—not?”
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, so it’s not likely, but I thought you’d ask me or something before doing it.”
My body relaxed some as I tossed the shirt onto the floor and lay beside her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Clearly.”
“But if you do get pregnant, we’ll figure it out.”
She nodded slowly, not saying a word. Then the alarm on her phone started to chime. After she reached over and turned it off, she slid down and faced me. Mornings, before I went to the gym, were our time to talk, and had I fucking opened a can of worms this morning or what?
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
She reached over and cupped my face with her warm, soft hand. “It’s okay. We’re clean, and I’m on the pill. Plus, we’ve been together for a few months now, and I trust you. I love you.”
I smiled at the last three words. “I love you too, baby and it won’t happen again.”
“Well…” she bit her lip. “It’s fine. I’m sure it feels better for you.”
My grin widened. “So good that I’m sure there are scratches on the wood floor.”
We laughed.
This was apparently what it was like to have a relationship, and even though I fucked up, I loved the direction we were headed in.
