Page 30 of The Best is Yet to Cum

My knees pressed into the back of the seat on either side of his body. He grabbed and massaged my ass while simultaneously bringing me as close to him as I could get. There was just enough room for me to slowly grind on his dick, and it felt sensational.

I palmed my breasts, bringing them together and guiding them to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to alternate kissing, sucking, and licking each nipple. The more attention he gave them, the wetter my pussy became.

He took control of the rhythm, gripping my waist and fucking me from the bottom. Each time he slammed into me, my body shuddered.

“Oh God, Clinton. I’m about to cum.”

He let my panties fall from his mouth before saying, “Kiss me.”

As soon as I pressed my mouth against his, he slipped his tongue between my lips. The flavor of my pussy juice mixed with the liquor residue on his tongue made me hungry for more of him. He sensed my growing desire and pounded me harder and faster.

“Oh shit! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh shit, baby.”

“Let me have it. Give it to me.”

My pussy quaked and trembled around him, triggering his dick to respond in a similar fashion. The juices from our loins became one as we continued to chase the sensual feeling.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. Our breathing was intense as our hearts beat in sync. The windows were foggy, and the scent of our lovemaking filled the small space of the car. Several minutes passed before we spoke or attempted to move.

“We should go inside and do this again,” he said.

After a long andeventful night of sex, Clinton’s alarm jarred me out of my sleep. Our bodies were intertwined, so he had to release me to reach his phone. I moved a few inches away from him as he turned.

“What time is it?”

“Eight.”

“It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday morning, and we’ve only been asleep for a few hours. Why did you have your alarm on?”

“Because I have to go into the office for a few hours.”

“This early?”

“No, I have to go to the gym first, then to the office.”

“If I’d known that, I would’ve made you go home.”

I rolled over, annoyed that I’d been awakened and pissed that I probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. He cuddled behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back to his chest.

“I gave you the best dick of your life, and you would’ve sent me packing?”

“I’ve been having a lot of restless nights and was looking forward to sleeping in today. I won’t be able to fall back to sleep for a few hours.”

“You didn’t tell me you were having trouble sleeping.”

“I didn’t bother complaining because there’s nothing you can do. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re growing a human, and it’s important for you to get proper rest. How long has this been going on?”

Those nights Clinton spent with me in New Orleans were the first time I’d slept peacefully in years. Since we reconnected,we’d only spent a few nights together, and I slept like a newborn baby on those nights.

“Honestly, sleep has evaded me for years. I slept a little better once my divorce was final, but…”

“But what, baby?” He kissed my cheek.

“I only sleep well when you’re next to me.”

“Shit, I feel the same way, and I have the perfect solution for us.”

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