Page 22 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

I undid her pants and shoved them down before shrugging out of my shirt, which I laid carefully over the back of the couch. As I lowered to my knees next to her, she panted, "Ethan, I…" But she didn't finish her sentence because I buried my face between her thighs and found her swelling nub. She tasted salty, and a little musky from her arousal. I didn't care. It was better than the finest wine ever could be.

"Shh, don't say a word," I murmured against her pussy, licking her clit, sucking on it like a ripe berry. "Just feel."

My tongue moved in circles, flicking and lapping at her wetness as she twisted and moaned above me. I kept up the pace until she started trembling, and she gripped my hair so tightly I thought she might rip it out by the roots.

"God, Ethan! There!" She panted, grinding her hips against my face, seeking more contact. I gave it to her gladly, tracing lazy S-shapes on her entrance with my tongue. Her juices were delicious, and when she lifted a leg over my shoulder, I was able to enjoy them more.

Lily arched her back and hissed in pleasure. "Oh, God, Ethan," she moaned, and I grinned. I lapped at her vulva, tickling her entrance with my tongue before zeroing in on her clit again. Lily gripped the cushions of the couch and moaned louder as I sucked and nipped her skin. I loved the way she writhed beneath my touch.

I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to draw it out as long as possible, to remind her why she was with me to begin with, of what she’d been missing for so long. I suckled her clit into my mouth, flicking it rapidly with my tongue while slipping two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. Her cries of pleasure were music to my ears as she rocked back and forth on my fingers, matching my rhythm. Lily was so wet that my fingers effortlessly slid in and out of her, coating them in her arousal. I curled my fingers, searching for her sweet spot, and when I found it, she arched her back and grunted something unintelligible as her orgasm crashed over her.

Wave after convulsive wave racked her body until her knee gave out and her weight rested on my shoulder. I bore up under her frame and held her there, pinned against the couch as I continued to thrust my fingers into her. She whimpered and returned her hands to my head where her fingers clawed away at my scalp. Her pussy contracted and tightened again and again on my fingers until the spasms stopped and her weight lifted.

She was breathless, panting and pulling me upward by the jaw. I rose and let her leg slide from my shoulder, and on the way up, I dropped my pants. They fell to the floor with a thud, but not before I retrieved the condom from my back pocket. Afterdumping my load onto her stomach and the floor the last two times, I made the conscious decision to have a condom on me at all times because I wanted to enjoy it, not waste the sensation.

“Ethan, I…” she said again, and I got the feeling she was going to bolt or say something I didn’t want to hear.

“Shh,” I told her as I tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it on.

Her eyes were drawn to thin slits, emotion still filling them. But it didn’t look like love and adoration. It looked like grief or mourning. Like she was heartbroken. I held her gaze as I lifted one of her legs and positioned myself at her entrance.

“I’m not going anywhere ever again. You can let your heart trust that now, Lily.” I pushed in slowly, eyes locked on hers, and she moaned softly. Her body wrapped around mine like a glove. It felt so damn good to be here again, inside her.

“Ethan, I…” she tried again. I silenced her with a kiss as I thrust all the way in, bottoming out inside her wet heat. She tasted like regret and tears, but also something else. Hope.

As I began to move, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back, tears streaming down her face. I held her close, stroking in and out of her, just as slow as I could stand it, until our movements fell into rhythm.

“I love you,” I whispered against her ear. “I always have.” Lily tensed in my arms but didn’t pull away. Instead, she angled her hips up, trying to meet my thrusts. She had missed me as much as I’d missed her. That was evident with every moan and gasp that escaped her lips.

“Ethan…” She panted, tightening around me, and her breathing grew thready.

“What is it?” I asked her, kissing her neck and jawline. Being inside her had never felt so good. Every agonizingly slow thrust was more exquisite than the previous, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I… I love you too. Never stopped loving you,” she sobbed against me, and my heart swelled with happiness. Today was a good fucking day.

“About damn time you admitted it,” I said with a grin, picking up speed. Five years of pent-up frustration and lust surged through me as I pounded into her, harder and harder, all while consumed by the knowledge that she was mine again. Lily’s legs wrapped around my waist, holding me close as she tried to get me deeper inside her.

“Oh, God, Ethan, I’m going to…” She moaned, and I felt her pussy clench around me again. “Yes!” she cried out and threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm hit. I didn’t slow my relentless assault on her body even when she bit my shoulder and cried out.

She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing was going to come between us again. I would make sure of that. I felt her continue to ride out her orgasm, and when she finally calmed down, I kissed her as my body shuddered. Climax tore through me, making me jolt and shudder. I grunted and held her against myself tightly, and she panted and tried to catch her breath.

I stayed there buried inside her for a few seconds, breathing in the scent of her perfume or shampoo. It was flowery and sweet, and so intoxicating I didn't want to pull away. It was obvious to me that she had a favorable opinion of my decision to inform HR preemptively. She didn't have to say it. Her response to my touch was enough.

When I pulled away and out of her, she whimpered and clung to me, so I stayed close. I kissed her forehead and then her lips, and she sighed softly. The tears were gone, but when I looked into her eyes, the emotion was not.

"Ethan, we have to talk." When Lily bit her lower lip, I knew something was wrong. But for the first time since she had returned to my life, she wasn't running away. She was staying totalk it out. I found myself a little uneasy about it as I tugged the condom off and tied it shut.

"I know I made that decision to talk to HR without you, but I just wanted to make sure I was doing things right this time." I figured if I talked first, whatever it was wouldn't seem so pressing to her. That she'd relax and calm down a little. Judging by the way she scurried to grab her clothes and dress while I stuffed the full condom back into the foil wrapper, she was feeling antsy.

"No, it's not that," she mumbled, balancing on one foot, then the other as she put on her panties and slacks.

"And I know we haven't even discussed whether we are really in a relationship or if this is casual sex yet, but you know I love you. You know I want you to marry you someday. That never changed…" I tossed the condom and returned to put my own pants back on, but she was fussing with the hook on her bra, so I paused to help her hook it shut, then let my hands slide around to the front to grope her perfect, fleshy globes as I kissed her cheek.

"No, Ethan, there's something I need to say." She pushed my hands away gently, and I felt like she was going to say this was a mistake, that it needed to stop. Her heart was so fragile, and I had broken it, and what if I was moving too fast?

"I know what you're thinking, but I promise this time will be different, and I’m willing to do anything it takes to?—"

"No, Ethan. Please." She huffed and tugged her shirt on, then jammed her feet into her shoes, discarded when I shucked her pants. "I need to tell you something. There's something you don't know. When I left Denver I was—" Her phone started to ring, and she tensed. She shook her head and reached into her pocket and pulled it out, and her face went pale.

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