Page 100 of Unexpected Forever
She cups her tits, plucking at her dark nipples, soft sighs coming from her lips. Her eyes slide closed and she drops her head back, her long, dark hair cascading down behind her.
Jesus, she’s a vision. Breathtaking curves everywhere I look. A vixen, a thief who stole my heart when I wasn’t looking.
If I didn’t feel her pussy wrapped around me and her soft skin beneath my fingers, I’d wonder if she were real.
She lifts up and slowly lowers. Over and over. All I can do is feel as her hips undulate over me, taking me in and out of her body.
My dick grows inside her heat, and the caveman inside breaks free. I lift her up off me and piston my hips up into her. Her tits bounce and she chants my name like a prayer, her hands curled into my shoulders, hanging on for dear life.
The smell of sex and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh mingle with moans filling the room. I look up and memorize the flushed skin of her body, the soft curve of her belly.
When she clenches around me, screaming my name, I finally let go. A growling sound comes from deep in my chest, and I spill my release into her.
She collapses on me, and I don’t know how long we lie there, my cock still inside her, her splayed against my chest.
“Holy shit, Nate.”
She leans back and snags my stare. Her lips part as though she wants to say something but decides against it.
Our eyes stay locked on one another, our stare saying all the things neither one of us can put into words without fear.
I want to promise her the world, that I’ll be a regular guy who comes home every night.
But I know it’s a promise I can’t keep.
TWENTY-ONE
charley
As the weeks go by,the heat between Nate and me only burns hotter.
When we’re in the same room, we can’t keep our hands off each other, and it doesn’t bother me one bit.
We stay home a lot, and it’s given us time to learn more about each other outside the sheets.
The man loves thriller novels, prefers paperbacks, enjoys single malt whiskey on the rare occasions he does drink, takes his coffee black, and runs because he has a soft spot for rocky road ice cream.
He also tends to lose socks in the laundry, leaves dishes in the sink, and hogs the bed covers.
As amazing as Nate is with his hands, he’s not great with putting together furniture. Especially if small screws are involved.
One Saturday morning we spent hours putting the crib together, only to find we had three pieces of wood and six screws left over.
I laughed so hard I nearly peed myself.
After muttering “fuck this” under his breath, Nate got on his phone and made some purchases.
Two days later, a moving truck shows up with the same sleigh crib and an entire nursery set, fully assembled. The movers haul away our sad attempt at being furniture builders.
Last week, Nate was able to arrange it so we had our own personal tour of the hospital’s maternity wing instead of a group tour. It was eye opening for both of us.
It was a beautiful, calming, state-of-the-art center just for women, with rooms that looked nicer than some hotels I’ve been in.
Our guide took us to see the newborns and I was in awe.
Who knew babies were so tiny? And yet could make so much noise?
Watching them, my heart swelled with love and excitement. I can’t wait to hold my own baby.
