Page 63 of We'll Meet Again

Her second orgasm had her lying boneless beneath him, though she did manage to pull him in for another kiss. He swore he could get drunk on her kisses.

She tugged at the waist of his sweatpants. “More,” she whined. “Want your cock.”

He nearly groaned with relief. He loved watching her come, but it was making him ache. Even sweatpants were beginning to feel too tight. He was grateful he hadn’t worn jeans. Especially now with her outright admission, he was pretty sure his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds.

“Yeah?” he asked. “How do you want it?”

She pushed on his shoulders. “Wanna ride you.”

“Fuck,” he sighed.

She smirked, clearly proud that she got him to swear, but right then, he didn’t even care. It was usually reserved for situations like this anyway. He sat back, tugged his pants and boxers down his thighs, and kicked them off the rest of the way. Then he helped her up to straddle him, one leg swinging over his lap. With one hand, she took his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. With the other, she reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock, giving it a stroke that made him jerk up towards her with a moan.

“Hold on, baby,” he said. “Let me get a condom.”

He started to move, but she held him in place. “Actually…since we’re both clear on our tests, I wouldn’t mind skipping it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“If you change your mind, just say the word, alright?”

“Alright.”

He held her by her hips. She descended slowly, her tight, wet heat taking him inch by agonizing inch. But that little gasp that escaped her throat when he was fully sheathed inside of her was worth it. Her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. She let out a filthy little moan matched only by his own. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

From the moment he met her, he felt like he had known Billie from somewhere else before. But when their eyes locked in that moment, the feeling hit him like a tidal wave. Suddenly, the room around him was swimming, and they were somewhere else - a barn, actually - though how he knew that, he wasn’t sure. It was still Billie on top of him, but her hair was much shorter and tied back with a headscarf. The discarded clothes beside them were a pair of overalls and a uniform with an eagle patch on the arm.

“Hey.” Billie’s voice called him back to the present moment, along with her hands on either side of his face. Concern shone in her eyes. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. “I’m fine, darlin’.”

The downturn of her mouth told him she wasn’t totally convinced, so he took care of that with a kiss. She sighed into him and nibbled at his bottom lip, which made him lurch up into her. She gasped again, and fuck, he wanted to make her sound like that some more. He put all thoughts of whatever vision he’d had to the back of his mind. With this beautiful woman, how could he even think about anything else?

He moved his hands down her back to take hold of her soft, round ass, earning another sweet moan from her. Then she began to move, rocking and rolling her hips. He thrust up to meet her, and they found a perfect rhythm within seconds, like they had been making love this way for years.

A tightness in his lower belly let him know he was getting close. And how could he not? Watching her come twice for him, and now seeing her tits bounce as she rode him, left him breathless, aching to come inside her. From the way she was clenching around him, he was sure she was getting close to another orgasm as well. He slipped his hand between them and found her clit with his thumb again, stroking it back and forth to the same cadence of her hips.

“One more, baby,” he pressed. “One more for me, please.”

She captured his mouth in another blazing kiss.

“Together,” she whispered, her breath skating over his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

They picked up the pace, bucking wildly into each other as they hurtled toward the edge. He began kissing her anywhere his lips could reach - the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones, and the swells of her breasts - leaving blooms of red from the scrape of his teeth in his wake. She held him tight and a strangled moan left her throat as she hit her peak, and he toppled over right behind her with a groan of her name. Their lips came together like magnets as they slowed, easing each other back down while their hearts galloped away.

She pressed feather light kisses against his lips while they caught their breath, and he returned them with equal tenderness. His mind was spinning, totally in awe of what had transpired between them. She dropped her head into the crook of his neck and hummed.

“Feeling good?” he asked between pecks to her shoulder.

He felt her nod. “Mmm, yes.”

“You need anything?” he continued. “Water or -”

“Ethan,” she said, sitting up to look him in the eyes. “I’m perfect. Just…hold me for a little longer, yeah?”

“As long as you want, darlin’,” he promised.

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