Page 112 of Sparks Fly
Moving behind her, my hand clasps her inner thigh, opening her up and sliding straight inside her pussy. The breath snatches from her lungs as I fuck her like this, my cock throbbing.
“Watch, baby, watch how I fuck you.”
She props herself on her elbow, her eyes falling down. I watch as her lips fall apart, soft sobs leaving her as I shred her delicately from the inside out.
“You take my cock so well. Look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around me, Ace,” I groan. My fingers roll over her hip and sinking between her legs, teasing them between her pussy, pressing against her opening and her body tenses.
“Relax,” I whisper, smiling. “Just teasing,” I groan, dragging them back towards her clit, rubbing them in slow circles.
“You going to make a mess all over my cock, Ace? You going to let me fill your tight cunt full of me?” I groan and with each stroke inside of her, my orgasm is getting closer.
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes slicing to mine, her body trembling.
“Let it go, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’ll follow your lead.” I press a kiss to her temple; her skin’s covered in a sheen of sweat.
Pressing her swollen clit harder, I rub faster before switching positions. I am on my knees, her leg over my shoulder, the other pressed wide. My hand holds her into place as I pound my cock into her.
Her moans grow louder, and I shake my head. Covering her mouth with my hand, I smirk down at her, eyes alight with desire. She lifts her hips, silently begging for more. Picking up the pace, my cock slides in and out of her, my thrusts hard . Her eyes roll, her strangled moans push me on, and she loses it, coming over my cock. I smile at her as I chase my own orgasmand once I am there, my head tips back, eyes squeezing shut as I do what I promised.
I fill her cunt full of me, and don’t let a single drop go to waste.
I should have crawledout of bed and gone back to my room, but I couldn’t. She’s lay on my chest, and my fingers comb through her hair as soft breaths leave her as she sleeps. I have never felt more at peace then I do now.
Even with my ex-wife, I never felt like this, and I adored her.
Or, so I thought.
But here, now, with Anaïs… this was all I could have ever dreamt of.
This would most likely end in catastrophe, but I was soaking it up whilst it lasted. I vowed to never fall for another woman after she up and left, but everything is different with Ace. Everything is easy. We started as friends, until we twisted into more.
This isn’t a one-time thing.
I am all in.
Never have I had sparks fly between me and another, until her. The only sparks I was used to seeing were the ones out the back of a Formula One car.
She stirs slightly and my eyes drop as I watch her. My eyes focus on her sleeping form and I don’t think I have ever seen someone as beautiful as her.
My ex-wife up and left, broke me into a million pieces and for years I resented her, but now, I thank her. Because she cleared the path for me to find Anaïs.
Lifting my eyes from her, I focus ahead and my mind drifts to the first time I met her.
It was fall, just when the leaves turned burnt orange and deep reds. The air has a chill in it, but not enough that you would need full layers. Royce is coming over with his new girlfriend. I’m pleased for him but don’t think too much into it. Royce always has girlfriends, none ever stick. The doorbell of my London home chimes and anticipation pricks at the base of my neck. Plastering a smile on my face, I pull the door open and that’s when my eyes land on her.
Beautiful blue eyes, framed by long, black lashes. Soft freckles are spotted over her cheeks like constellations. Her cheeks are rosy from the slight breeze evident on the air. Her auburn hair is down in waves, but they are both sopping wet. They’re tucked under the porch as the rain hammers down behind them. Royce has his arm tucked around her waist, as she shivers in his grasp, but I see it more like he’s putting his claim on her.
She gives me a smile and that’s when I notice the gap between her teeth, my lips tug at the corner, digging into my cheek.
“Come in.” I step back, welcoming them into my home and that’s when her scent hits me. Linen mixed with daisies.
I shake Royce’s hand, then step forward and kiss her on her wet cheek.
“Dad, this is Anaïs,” Royce says just as I step back, hands fisted into my pocket.
“Nice to meet you,” I mutter as Royce hands me his wet coat, then he takes Anaïs’ and passes it to me.
I hook them up inside the cloakroom and wander through to the living room, both of them following me. They’re hesitant to sit down but I wave it off.
