Page 49 of Finding Home with You

I see Erin’s hands grip the sheets as I start to lick and suck at her already wet pussy. The entire area is bare, only a thin strip of hair on top and I already feel like I could spend all night down here, licking and sucking and making her come a million times over.

As I slowly start to increase the tempo, sliding a hand up her thigh so I can push two fingers inside her, I see one of Erin’s hands let go of the sheet. With my mouth over her clit, gently sucking, I look up and see she’s biting her arm, desperately trying to keep quiet.

I can’t help but smile, not really caring if anyone hears us, but understanding why she would. I lower my eyes again as I continue sucking, slowly thrusting two fingers in and out of her. Erin’s whole body starts to tremble and I pick up one of her legs and hook it over my shoulder, pushing her thighs wide and opening her pussy up even more.

I hear her gasp as she briefly lets go of her arm and I suck harder, pulling her now swollen clit into my mouth. “I wanna hear you come, baby,” I murmur.

“Shhhh,” she bites out, her teeth locking on to her arm again.

I increase the tempo, my fingers pushing faster and deeper as I suck harder and harder on her clit. Her legs are shaking now and just as I’m about to push a third finger inside her, I hear a muffled moan as Erin’s thighs squeeze against the sides of my head and she comes.

When she’s finally quiet, her muscles all relaxed and still, I kiss my way up her body, sliding my now aching dick slowly inside her, a low groan falling from my mouth as I do. “You okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m good, really good…” her words are breathless and quiet and it makes me laugh. Nothing about our fucking is ever normally this quiet or reserved, because neither of us is shy when it comes to letting the other one know how we’re doing, or what we want, or where to touch. I like this though, the illicitness of this whole thing. The idea of fucking in my parents’ house without anyone knowing we’re doing it.

“First girl I’ve ever fucked in this bed too,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I like how naughty it feels, fucking a woman in the bed I used to jack off in as a teenager. Kinda dirty too,” I say, laughing as she slaps a hand over my mouth now.

“Shhhh, Ryan,” she says, her eyes finally opening. “You’ll wake everyone up.”

I gently pull her hand from my mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm as I start to slowly thrust in and out of her. “I really love the loud and wild version of you, Red,” I say, kissing her again. “But I kinda love the naughty, quiet one too.” I lower my mouth to her ear as I whisper, “I love eating you out and fucking you and watching you try so hard to be quiet when I make you come. Turns me on, Red,” I say, giving her two hard quick thrusts. “More than you know.”

“Fuck,” Erin says, shoving me off her. I fall onto my back, my grin getting even bigger as she sits up and straddles my hips. I watch as she lifts up, grabs my cock firmly in her hand and positions it at her entrance. Then, slapping her other hand over my mouth, she slowly lowers her body onto mine, inch by painful inch.

My eyes roll back in my head as I try to stifle a groan, my teeth involuntarily biting her palm. It’s a cheeky move on her part, turning things around so it’s me who’s trying to be quiet now. But fuck me if I don’t love her even more for it.

I force my eyes to open as I watch Erin slowly start to ride me, her gorgeous pale skin illuminated by the lamp on the side table. She looks fucking amazing; her beautiful tits, and her crazy red hair falling over her shoulders as she takes me like this. If her hand weren’t over my mouth right now, I’d be telling her I love her. But instead, I grab hold of her hips, gently guiding her up and down as she slowly and quietly pushes me further and further to the brink of insanity.

I watch her face as she rides me, every now and then flicking my eyes to my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy. I don’t think I will ever get tired of fucking this woman, or looking at the view when I do.

I feel my balls start to tighten and before I can say anything, I come hard, groaning into her hand as I push my hips up off the bed, rising up to meet her as Erin pushes her body down on to mine. She lets out a low moan, before shoving the heel of her hand into her mouth. I smile as my eyes close and she collapses against me, both of us breathing hard.

“My god,” I whisper, breathless as I wrap my arms around her body and pull her against me. Our skin is on fire, our hearts rapidly beating against each other as we both try to come down from that high. “God, I love you Erin Connelly,” I say, burying my face against her neck.

Erin doesn’t say anything, doesn’t repeat the words back to me. And as much as I want to hear her say the words, I can tell from the way she presses her whole body against mine, that she feels the same way.

Chapter Eighteen

Erin

I wake the next morning to the sound of people moving about in the kitchen: cabinets being opened and shut, water running, food cooking, and the sound of voices sometimes hushed and sometimes punctuated with laughter.

I stretch my arms above my head and listen for a few minutes, the sounds reminding me that Ryan has a real family, a normal family; one where a hushed conversation isn’t because something illegal is being discussed but, rather out of respect for the people who are still sleeping.

I hear Ryan’s voice boom over the other hushed voices and then I hear the laughter of a girl’s voice and a small smile tugs at my lips. Normalcy—this is what it feels like, and as I lay here I begin to wonder how I insert myself into something I know nothing about.

How do I leave this room and join the conversation I’ve spent the last few minutes eavesdropping on? The whole idea scares me, and the thought of trying to interact naturally with Ryan’s family is a completely foreign concept.

But, I want what Ryan has with his family, and I know I want to be with Ryan. I can see my future with him, and being the first girl he’s ever brought home to meet his family further enforces that he loves me.

After a few more minutes of letting my anxiety and nervousness talk me out of getting out of bed, I finally pull it together. Despite my shaking hands and racing heart, I toss on some clothes and whip my wild hair into a messy pile on the top of my head. With my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath and pull it open.

The voices grow louder and the laughter more pronounced, but I still force myself to walk down the stairs, my legs feeling like they could give out at any moment.

I have no idea what I’m so nervous about because the list at this point is endless. I can’t even begin to sort out what scares me the most: meeting his family, them finding out about my family, him never bringing a girl home, me saying something stupid, his sister not liking me, his mom not liking me.

I swallow hard and make my way toward the kitchen, my feet silently padding against the hard wood floor, but I stop just short of the kitchen. Trying to gather my thoughts and what I’ll say when I walk into their already established conversation and relationship. The calm and comfort they feel around each other is about to be disrupted by my nervous and awkward ass.

After all Ryan and I have been through over the past few months, I realize we’ve grown closer and that I can’t imagine my life without him; but I also know, I’m not the girl you take home to meet your family. I’m crass and vulgar, I say inappropriate things and I hate small talk. I’m just not sure about this whole situation and then I hear, “Fuck off, you asshat,” and I think I just might fit right in.

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