Page 97 of Resistance Training
“You ready for me, baby?”
She nods, but her neck is like taffy.
I kiss her over the scarf. “You taste so good, and I’m dying to be inside you.”
She nods again, murmuring.
I get to fuck her without a condom, because we are really all good, have been for a month, and sweet mother of God, the warm, wet, tight, delicious slide in…it almost kills me.
She makes a high-pitched whiny sound, quivering, and then she bends her legs and rests them on my shoulders. Either side of my head. My fucking dream girl. She’s even tighter around me, and so, so silky smooth. I wrap my arm around her thighs, making things tighter still. Rocking into her, I groan, dig my fingernails into the flesh of her thigh, her ass. “God, I love you.”
She whimpers.
“I love you so fucking much, baby. So good. I am so fucking in love with your pussy. This pussy is mine.”
She makes a muffled, affirmative sound.
I’m not going to last.
She clenches and releases around me.
She wants me to come.
I watch her tits bounce as I fuck her, and this is five billion times better than anything teenage me could ever imagine.
I drive into her, hard and fast. She’s high-pitched panting, and there’s the joyful slapping of skin against skin, and I’mgrunting so loud I probably should have gagged myself, but it feels better than anything I have ever, ever felt. It feels like all the years we spent apart and all the hurt and anger, all the tension has been erased. It’s all smooth sailing, and there’s nothing between us except her magical elixir and so much love.
She’s screaming yes and my name over and over into the silk scarf, and I come. I explode into her. Every good thing that I am, it goes to her. On the big screen behind my shut eyes I picture myself coating the inside of her. All of her with all of me.
I want to make little people with her and build an empire with and for her and a home and more muscles and everything she wants. I want to be the one who gives it to her.
She spreads her legs and lowers them, circling them around my waist, pulling me into her with her feet. I rest against her heaving bosom and listen to the heavy beat of her heart. Hands up in her hair. Burying my face in the curve of her neck, I am about to tell her I love her again and again, when there’s a confident knock at the door.
“Helloooooo? It’s Granny Sparks!”
We both freeze, and then we both shake with laughter.
“Are you in there? There’s no Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so I thought I’d see if you’d like to join me and Wally for a drink downstairs? Vivi? Brad?” She knocks again.
I pull the scarf from Vivian’s mouth. She licks her lips and calls out, “Hey, Gran! We’re kind of tied up at the moment! See you at breakfast in the morning—love you!”
“Okay, honey, we’ll be at the bar if you change your mind!”
“She is relentless,” Vivian whispers.
I kiss her neck and sit up. “Be right back, okay?” I say quietly and then go to the luxurious bathroom to clean up and bring back a hand towel to clean up between Vivian’s legs.
She’s able to sit up without help because she has excellent core strength. Untying her, I ask, “You feel okay?”
“Yep. Slightly better than okay.”
I bring her a glass of water, hold it for her to drink from it, place it on the bedside table, and then cup her face in my hands and kiss her, deeply, tenderly. “Thank you.”
“For shaving my hoohah?”
“Yeah.”
She giggles. “You’re welcome.”
