Page 79 of Crying Shame
His arms wrapped around me. I knew that in less than a minute, I’d be completely naked and he’d be inside me as if we were one.
My heart raced. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I looped my arms around his neck, and the world faded when he kissed me. We took a break for air, and I pressed against his chest. “But—“
“We can stop,” he said and stepped away. “I need to prove myself."
Prove what? I had no idea what he meant, but it didn’t matter. I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't disappear. My heart thumped. “No, that’s not it.”
He stared into my eyes, and tension rocked through me. “What then?”
I love you. The words should be easy to say. I said them to our son all the time. In the dreams I had at night, I'd already told Elon I loved him. I trembled, and when I opened my mouth, the words wouldn’t come.
He lifted an eyebrow. I swallowed. “I’ve been falling for you since you brought us to your house.”
“Ourhouse,” he said. “Together, we make it a home.”
Damn, he was wonderful. I met his lips with mine once again.
My entire body buzzed with awareness. As we parted for air, I reached down and unfastened my bra. If I couldn’t tell him with words that he had my heart, I’d show him with actions.
I dropped the bra just as he tugged off his boxer briefs.
I reached for his already hard dick and stroked him.
He sighed in happiness as he reached over and moved my panties to the side so he could caress my core.
My body was already melting. I was ready for him—always. I wanted to cry out that I loved him but pressed my lips to his as he strummed me.
He sat on the bed, and I tried to crawl onto him. This wasn’t just sex for me. He'd been right that friendship was hard when hearts were on the line.
He stopped me from climbing on and rolled on a condom. My eyes were so glazed with desire that I hadn't seen where it came from, and I didn’t care.
Once he was ready, I lowered myself on him.
He let out a moan, and I found a rhythm. He traced my body with his hands and held my ass as I rode him.
I wasn’t holding back anymore. When my orgasm hit, I realized one thing: I trusted him with every part of my soul because he’d always been the one for me.
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Elon
My body was both spent and ready for her again. I ached to be inside her physically—my soul was already with her. I wasn’t sure what to do to prove myself, though, if I wasn’t going to spend another dime. She opened her eyes, and I hugged her as she laid on my chest.
Her nipples against my body sent a thrill through me. I needed her again. As she moved beside me, I gently brushed her hair out of her face and smiled. “You’re bolder now.”
She giggled and winked at me. “We both know you liked it.”
“I do.” I kissed her. She was it for me—always.
My entire soul swelled like we were on the same page, but I didn't say that so as not to spook her. She'd gone on a date with me, so that was a start.
I cupped her butt. “Well, I’m hoping we have time for round two.”
Her lips quirked, and she sighed. “You’re ready for that?”
I was, but she might need a few minutes to refresh. I took her hand and sat up. “I’m always ready for you, but…”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Why don’t we—”
