Page 39 of When I Found You

She reaches into my briefs and pulls my cock out. I don’t get any further before her lips are wrapping around the head and she sucks me into her mouth. “Fuck!”I groan as she sucks harder. “Damn, babe. That feels so good,” I encourage her as I slip a hand into her hair, pulling it up and out of her face. I bring the other one down and tweak her nipples while she continues to suck my cock.

I let her have her fun for a few more moments and then pull from her mouth. I drop my lips to hers, taking them in a searing kiss. “I need inside you now,” I growl against her lips.

Without missing a beat, she unbuttons her jeans and starts shimmying out of them while we continue to kiss.

I wrap my arm around her back and lift her higher on the bed. I reach over and grab a condom from my bedside table and quickly get it open and rolled down my shaft. With the condom on, I sink two fingers inside her to make sure she’s wet and ready for me. I knew she would be, so I pull my fingers from her core and line my cock up, thrusting quickly until I’m fully seated.

We find our rhythm, both quickly recalling what works for each other as we chase our orgasms.

Stacey pushes against my chest, grabbing my attention. “Stop,” she instructs. “I want you from behind.”

I slip from her as she flips over and onto her hands and knees. I get behind her and sink back inside. This new angle makes her feel even tighter than before and has a vise-like grip on my cock.

I smack my hips against hers, driving into her, until I feel her start to spasm around my cock. Her body milking my cock has me losing control and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rips from my body, filling the condom.

I collapse against her back as she falls against the bed. We stay like that for a few moments before I pull from her and roll next to her. I eventually slip the condom off and toss it in the small trashcan I keep next to the bed.

With the condom discarded, I pull Stacey into my arms, resting her head on my chest. “Welcome to my place,” I say on a laugh.

“Quite the welcome you gave me,” she teases me.

“I can make every welcome like that, if you’d like,” I say, squeezing her hip in my hand.

“We’ll see. Now, what’s this you said earlier about some dinner? I’m starving and have a feeling I’m going to need all the energy I can to get me through this weekend visit.”

“I’ve got some steaks and potato salad in the fridge. I just need to toss them onto the grill. Everything else is ready to go.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“How do you like your steak cooked?” I ask.

“Medium is good. Can I help with anything?”

“Nope, just keeping me company is enough,” I tell her before moving to slide out of bed.

We both redress, and head out to the kitchen. I step out onto my balcony and fire up the grill.

“This is what I have to season the steaks with, will that work for you?” I ask her, holding up the steak seasoning I picked up at the commissary earlier.

“Looks good to me,” she tells me, and I season up our steaks before taking the plate out to the grill.

“I took the liberty of opening a beer, hope you don’t mind,” she says when she follows me out onto the deck a minute later.

“Sorry, babe. I should have asked if you wanted something. My bad.”

“You’re fine, Peyton. I’m a big girl and can get myself something to drink. I don’t expect you to do everything for me. Did you want one? I can grab it for you while you’re manning the grill.”

“Sure, thanks.” I close the lid on the grill and then set a timer on my phone for when I need to flip them.

“Here you are,” she says, half a minute later, as she hands me my own beer.

“Thanks.” We clink the necks of our bottles together before I take a long pull on the beer. I can feel the coolness of the liquid as it slides down my throat.

“How was the drive? I forgot to ask when you first arrived.”

Chuckling, she says, “It was fine. No major traffic issues, just the normal flow of people trying to get home and out of the city on a Friday night.”

“That’s good, and how was work today?”

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