Page 22 of A Little Thankful

And as soon as I did, I stopped myself. “Maybe I should slip on a condom before we do this.”

“No need. I’m taking birth control pills this time,” she said, as I gazed down at the smile that stretched her lips.

“Mmmm, I love that,” I told her, then replaced my cock with my fingers, wanting to watch her come before I fucked her. She had always looked so incredibly wicked when she came, like a sinful angel.

I explored her pussy for a few moments, the slickness of it, the velvety feel of her folds, her perfect clit that made my skin prickle just knowing I had the power to cause her to shatter from my touch.

I gently flicked it for a few more moments, watching her face for those wicked angel eyes to appear. Telling me that she liked my touch, and that wicked look appeared without much effort.

“Oh, yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Press harder,” she demanded, like she’d been starved for my touch. I crushed her mouth with mine, while I rubbed her clit with my thumb and slid two fingers deep inside her. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

As her body clenched around my fingers, I could tell she was just as tight as she’d been before, and as I brought her to her first orgasm, I couldn’t help but pull back to watch her face delight in my touch.

Absolutely a wicked angel.

It was her smile. That big bright smile in the midst of her body quivering from the force of her release. She stared up, her eyes burning into mine.

“That’s it. Just let it rip, cookie. Allow yourself to fall into it, and lose yourself in the moment.”

“Mace, fuck me Mace!”

I felt like some naughty devil, as I mounted her, as I brought one of her legs up and rested it on my shoulder so I could drill her deep and hard. “This is your time, Sage. Just yours. You need me to fuck you. You need to come again while I’m deep inside you.”

I plunged in fast and deep, not waiting for her to come down from her high. I wanted to catch her wave of pleasure. Wanted in while she was trying to push everything out. She was so wet and warm, and her walls so tight against my cock, I roared from the sensations. We sounded like two banshees screaming in the night.

Good thing I had some land around my house or my neighbors would be breaking down my door right about now, thinking I was hurt instead of feeling some of the sharpest sensations I’d felt in way too long.

I didn’t let up. Instead, I dropped in harder and deeper with each thrust. Her entire body moved as I bottomed out and pulled back to do it all again, over and over. Faster and faster. Her fingers pressed into my back, her breath hot on my face, her flash of red hair splayed over the cushions on the sofa, and her skin damp from the intensity of the sex. She oozed sex. I could smell it on her and the scent caused my skin to prickle.

“Do it. Drill me harder. Take me. Take every part of me,” she said, her voice husky and deep, like the angel part of her had been replaced with a sex devil. I played right into her hands as they ran roughshod down my back and up my sides, until I wanted to scream again.

Our bodies slapped together over and over until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Until she couldn’t hold back. And when we came, it felt as though we were pushing out all the stress we’d been under. All the loneliness we’d been feeling since our last time. Since we fucked over a year ago, before her pregnancy, before Autumn, before we had a care in the world.

My body rocked down deep, like I was breaking apart and she would put me back together. Like this moment had always been meant to be. Like we were meant for each other, and this was only the beginning.

Our beginning.

Our love story.

I was certain my heart burst open and all my fear flew up into the stratosphere and disintegrated. And as my breath went deeper and deeper into my lungs and as she screamed out my name over and over again, I slowly relaxed on top of her. Bothof us breathing hard, like we’d been running for miles, running towards each other, for good this time.

We both just laid there for a few more minutes. Not speaking. Just breathing. Our bodies still connected. Still pressing together, until I felt her move under me.

I slipped my now flexed cock out of her, and we moved on the sofa so we were staring at each other, grinning.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

“The earth moved,” I told her, teasing.

“It didn’t just move. It shifted. Whole planes shifted and we’re not the same two people we were before the shift.”

“If we’re not the same, then who are we?”

“Two people who’ve been touched by the god of sex.”

“Is there such a god?”

“There has to be or else how do you explain all of that?”

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