Page 21 of Coming Home for Love

“Sit up, and lay back against the couch,” I told her.

She did, and I lowered myself to the floor. Her legs were already open, waiting for me.

“Hey, beautiful. I missed you.” I greeted her pussy before licking up the wetness that seeped out.

“O.” She cried and placed her hands on the top of my head.

I pushed her legs open more and gripped her thighs. My tongue swiped up and down her slit a few times before I suckled on her clit.

“Si,” she whispered. “I’m about to cum.”

I wasn’t surprised it didn’t take her long since it had been so long since she had sex. She may have pleasured herself all this time, but it wasn’t the same.

She gripped my head as her hips bucked against me.

Her pussy was tight when I tried to slip a finger inside of her. The more I licked, the wetter she got, and as she cried out her release, I managed to get my finger in and stroke her G-spot, causing her to release even more. It didn’t squirt out, but she damn sure gushed.

My dick strained against my pants, so I took them off to get some relief.

Wynter put her legs on the couch and leaned against the arm of it. That was my cue to get on top of her.

I groaned at the tightness and wetness of her pussy when I entered her. I looked into her eyes as I pumped in and out of her. Her hands gripped my shirt.

“Pussy still good as hell. Shit, girl.”

The way her walls squeezed my dick made me want to prematurely cum. I couldn’t though. Once this was over and done with, she might regret it later and not want to do it again.

Hell, I shouldn’t be doing it again since I was involved with someone. I didn’t look at it as though I was cheating, though, because Shannon and I weren’t exclusive.

“O. Si. Shit, I’m about to cum again.”

“Me too, Wyn.”

I had my hands on the arm of the couch over her head. Wynter grabbed one of my arms as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

She moaned louder as her walls tightened around me. I had to kiss her to drown them out so she didn’t wake up Little O.

I felt her cumming again, and I did, too, right inside of her. I must have been out of my mind because, just like before, I hadn’t used a condom, and that was how we had a son now. The fuck was I thinking? It was like all rationale went out the window when I was in her presence.

“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control,” Wynter said as if she knew what I was thinking.

“I thought you hadn’t had sex.”

“I didn’t. I wasn’t sure when I would have sex, but I wanted to be prepared. Yeah, there are condoms, but I wanted to be double sure I didn’t get pregnant again until I was ready to.”

I pulled out of her and sat on the couch. She scooted back and then got up.

“I’ll be right back,” she said then walked down the hallway. I watched the sway of her hips until she was out of my sight.

My phone rang in my pants pocket, and I hurried up and silenced it without looking at it. I was almost certain it was Shannon calling, and now wasn’t the time to talk to her.

I lay back on the couch, dick still out and all.

A few minutes later, Wynter came back, dressed in some different clothes and a wet washcloth in her hand.

I took it from her and wiped myself off. Wynter took the rag from me when I was done, then picked up her clothes before leaving me alone again. My phone rang again, and this time, I turned it off.

“Do you have to go?” Wynter asked as she reentered the living room.

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