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Mine.
“Shit, let me go make breakfast.” Lumi only took a few quiet minutes with her head against my chest before she was up and in the bathroom.
“You don’t have to. I like you right here beside me,” I said, rubbing a hand over my face.
“I like it right beside you too.” She poked her head around the corner and smiled at me. “I want to make Zach breakfast though.” She didn’t say it out loud but adopting Zach, even for a short time, was good for her. She didn’t have to raise him but she got to play a pivotal role in his life. She would be the thing he remembered when he thought about climbing from the dark hole of tragedy.
Lumi was the light.
She got to save someone even if it wasn’t her own son. It was significant. She deserved that. She deserved all the happiness in the fucking world.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she had on a pink tank top and a pair of white yoga pants that made my dick stiff again. I stood at the foot of the bed in a pair of pajama pants slung low, watching her finger-comb her hair and sweep it into a high ponytail at the top of her head.
My cologne sat on the dresser where the mirror was beside my deodorant and comb. I had a toothbrush that stayed at her house and she had one at mine. I knew the second drawer in her dresser had pairs of my sweatpants and several t-shirts. My top drawer held her panties and socks. We were immersed in each other’s lives. There was no way around it. The thought of something so mundane made my heart beat even harder for her.
Once her long hair was tied up in a ponytail, she sprayed perfume on her throat at the same pulse point I licked moments earlier when I was inside of her and already wanted to be inside of her again. It was ridiculous. I’d never wanted to fuck someone so much, so often. I’d never needed a deeper connection than I did with her.
I couldn’t rightfully call the connection we shared fucking. It was hard and passionate but it wasn’t meaningless. It held enough gravity to help me stand on my feet without being swept away in the torrent of life.
I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to fuck the woman I loved. My mind still wasn’t ready to wrap around loving another woman. My heart seemed to be all in though.
I rubbed the back of my neck while I watched Lumi apply gloss to her impossibly full lips. I shook my head at how gorgeous she was. The deep, unyielding curve of her waist leading to the swell of her hips and ass and the shapeliness of her thick thighs and sculpted calves made my stomach growl. I needed her on a fucking plate.
I gripped my erection through my cotton pants as I walked up behind her. The light floral scent of her perfume found my nose the closer I got. I placed one hand on her stomach pressing her against my chest, letting my dick stab into her.
“Knight,” she laughed, tipping her head back. I slid my hand up to her exposed throat and squeezed until her expression melted from giddy to needy. I knew my girl.
“Knight,what?” I growled in her ear.
“I can’t. I need to make breakfast.” She pushed her ass back against my cock though. I squeezed her throat harder and felt her swallow against my palm.
“You can’t?” I looked at her beautiful face in the mirror and my dick ached for her.
“No,” she rasped, trying to shake her head.
“Lumi, stop fucking playing with me. You’re going to leave me for two days and you think I’m not going to fuck your pretty little pussy every chance I get?” With my free hand, I snatched her pants down and admired the slow jiggle of her ass. The black thongs she had on did something to my insides.
I wasn’t playing nice anymore. I pushed her over the dresser and tugged the thongs aside so I could see her thick pussy lips. I bit my bottom lip and shoved my pants down.
We groaned in unison when I entered her sensitive pussy. I pulled her ponytail hard, snapping her head back while I fed her my dick. I crashed against her ass and she bounced it, fucking me back. She knew exactly what I liked.
“Knight,” she moaned. Her grip was tight on the edge of the dresser. Every punishing stroke I dealt caused the neatly arranged bottles to tremble. Our bodies created a clapping beat that was unique to us. The sound Lumi’s pussy made was unique to her. It was a waterfall, a rainstorm.
“Why the fuck is your pussy so good?” I asked, pushing harder. Deeper.
“Because it’s all for you,” she breathed, catching my eyes in the mirror. I watched her like a lion watches a gazelle. I wouldn’t stop until I pounced on her orgasm and ripped it from her forcefully.
It was all for me.
I traced her full lips slowly with my thumb. She took my thumb in her mouth, pushing it between her glossy lips and sucking it like it was my dick. It was too much for my senses to process. She popped my thumb out of her mouth for a second, long enough to say, “Come inside of me, Knight. Please.”
How the fuck was I supposed to deny her that? I felt her pussy gripping my girth, squeezing it. Choking it. Begging me to flood her with my seed.
She took my thumb in her mouth again and swiped her wet, warm tongue along the tip while she rained on my dick. Nectar flowed from her freely, kissing her thighs and drenching my shaft.
I exploded deep inside her.
Every muscle tensed and stiffened with my release.
