Page 20 of Coming Home for Love

Being a single mom and having a demanding job didn’t give me much room to date.

“No, I’m single. I’ve been single.” I hoped he picked up what I was putting down. I wouldn’t come right out and say I wanted to have sex, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

“You’ve been single? For how long?”

“Since you left.”

His eyes lowered to my lips, then my breasts and back up. I squirmed under his penetrative stare.

I was in the perfect position to do something if he wanted me to, but I wasn’t sure where his head was at. Just the thought of sucking his dick made my mouth water.

He continued to stare at me, and I didn’t know what to do.

Osiris decided for me when he leaned over and kissed me.

I hadn’t planned on kissing Wynter, but I couldn’t help myself. Something about her sitting in front of me on her knees had my dick hardening. It was like all the feelings I had for her came rushing back.

I should have been mad at her for hiding my son, but I had to take some responsibility too. How could I have expected her to tell me anything if she didn’t know where I was or how to find me? It wasn’t like we had been together for a long time, so she hadn’t even met my family.

I didn’t want to waste time thinking about what she could have or couldn’t have done. I was here, had met my son, and I was going to enjoy him while I could.

I should have left after he went to sleep and talked to her another day, but I missed her and wanted to take advantage of being around her.

When she didn’t fight the kiss, I tried my luck to see how far she would go. It was crazy that she had been single this whole time, because Wynter was pretty as hell and a dope ass chic, with a good sense of humor.

I picked her up and put her on my lap without breaking the kiss.

My hands roamed up and down her back until they landed on her soft ass. She moaned when I squeezed. At the same time, my dick got even harder.

After some time passed, I broke the kiss. “When’s the last time you had sex, Wynter?”

People didn’t know the right questions to ask sometimes. Yeah, she said she was single, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t had sex. Technically, I was single, but I’d had sex multiple times over the last three years. Most of the time, people weren’t giving more information than what was asked.

She lowered her head. “Since the last time we had sex.”

I leaned my head back to study her face. “Word?”

She giggled. “Word.”

Without needing to say anything else, I gently grabbed her chin and pulled her toward me.

We kissed again as her hands rested on my shoulders.

The kiss deepened as she ground her hips on me.

“You want me to fuck you, Wyn?”

“Yes, please.”

It probably wasn’t a good idea to do this shit on the couch since my son could have gotten out of bed and came in here at any given moment, but I was willing to take that chance.

The need in her voice made my dick twitch. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. My mouthwatered at the sight of her full breasts and dark areolas. Her nipples were like two Hershey’s Kisses.

Her chocolate brown eyes were on me as I sucked one of her nipples. I wondered if she nurtured our son with these same breasts. The thought of it made me want to suck harder for some odd reason. Maybe it was because I appreciated her for caring for our son the way she did. It wasn’t hard to see that he was loved and well behaved in the little time I spent with him.

I spent time on each breast before I placed kisses over her shoulders and chest. I lifted her and placed her on the couch, then pulled her pants down.

I licked my lips when I noticed she didn’t have any panties on, and she was already so wet.

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