Page 125 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

“You’re quiet,” Kelsey said three hours later.

“What?” Van asked, turning to look at her.

“You’re quiet. Almost distracted. I picked a cop movie thinking you’d enjoy it over a rom-com.”

“Thank you for that.”

She laughed and turned in the chair to put her leg under her hip. They were reclined back some and she put her chin in her hand, her elbow on her knee.

“Did watching that depress you over being done in law enforcement?”

“No,” he said.

He was back to simple quick answers. Like the guy she’d met months ago.

Something was going on.

“Did you want a different snack? You didn’t eat anything.”

She’d made her way through half a bag of popcorn and a lot of M&M’s. More than she wanted to admit.

“I wasn’t hungry.”

She frowned and then moved over to crawl into his lap, her knees straddling his hips. “These chairs are nice and big. Do you think Barry wanted you to get freaky down here?”

He closed one eye at her. “What happened to you thinking sex and my grandfather were gross?”

“You’re right. I was thinking of us and sex though. Nothing gross about that.”

She could feel him growing under her hip so at least he wasn’t unaffected. That was something.

“No,” he said. “Nothing gross with us. Get undressed.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “How about half undressed and fast? I’ll ditch my jeans and you undo yours. Aren’t you thrilled we don’t need condoms anymore?”

“Stop talking, Kelsey.”

She laughed and got off of him, undid her jeans and dropped them down fast along with her panties. She pulled her shirt off but kept her bra on. Her socks were still on and she held back the giggle over that.

She climbed back on Van, spread her legs and dropped down on top of his dick.

She let out a groan and held still for a moment, but Van had other ideas.

He lifted her and held her hips up a bit, his fingers digging into her flesh, and started to push up furiously as if something was chasing him and he had to outrun it.

The fact her body was building for an explosion was the only thing that let her just be and take it as it was happening.

Van seemed to be on a mission and she was letting him control this time together.

One of his hands released her hip, slid through her hair and wrapped his fist in it and yanked her down, his mouth crushing hers.

There was a bit of pain in her scalp, but all it did was light another fire in her.

As hard as Van was lifting into her, she was slamming back down until it felt as if the chair was going to tip.

He shifted some so that she sat back up and didn’t have as much top weight going.

“I’m so close,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

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