Page 40 of 5+Us Makes Seven

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Natasha.”

“And I’m sorry too,” I said. “I’m so sorry for what you had to go through.”

His hands slid up my shirt and I welcomed his touch. I sighed into his skin, feeling my face dip into the crook of his neck. He worked my pants down my legs and I kicked them off, trying to pull his cock from beneath his pants. Our movements were soft and languid. Moving towards a comforting motion I knew would settle the both of us.

A motion we both needed in that moment of vulnerability.

His rock-hard cock was held in his hands as I guided myself onto it. Our foreheads were connected as he sheathed himself with me, and I set a slow pace. Rocking against him, stroking his cock with my pussy as I tried to calm him down. He kissed my tear trails away and I massaged his shoulders. He kissed down my neck, following their taste with his tongue as he rid me of my sadness.

My ran my hands through his thick hair, reveling in the feel of him.

I had missed him.

I had missed this.

And suddenly, I wasn’t crying any longer.

His hands massaged my ass. I pulled his shirt over his head before I rid myself of mine, too. My chest pressed into his and I could feel his comforting strength. I could feel the horrors of Africa slowly fading into the background as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Our lips connected and our tongues collided as I rocked against his lap.

Steadily.

Deeply.

Feeling his cock grow against my walls.

I breathed in his air and he stroked his fingers through my hair. Our eyes connected and not once did they waver. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and lost myself in their warmth. In the comfort they had always provided me as shivers ran up my spine.

The rhythm was steady and my body relaxed. The aches and pains I had been struggling with melted away against his body. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his neck, kissing his pulse point and allowing my teeth to taste his shoulder.

I came in his lap. A soft, sensual moment that curled my toes and made me moan into his neck. There was no sweat and no desperation. There was no grunting and no groaning. Only two people who needed comfort they couldn’t provide for themselves.

I sat in his lap, feeling his cock dwindling as our intermingled juices flowed from between my thighs.

“You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever come across,” Carter said.

And I closed my eyes, allowing his words to warm my body as he wrapped a blanket around us both.

Thirteen

Carter

“Come get me, Miss Nattie!” Clara said.

“I’m gonna get you!” Natasha said.

“Over here! Over here!” Joshua said.

“I’m gonna get all of you!”

I watched from the porch as Natasha ran around with the kids outside. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and the drink in my hand was cooling my body. The kids were sweating up a storm and Natasha’s shirt was beginning to soak with sweat. But she didn’t care. None of them cared. They had been running around for over an hour, kicking around a ball and transitioning into a fast-paced game of freeze tag.

It had been like this every weekend for six months.

Nathaniel’s soccer games were on Saturdays and family days were on Sundays. It started with Clara wondering why Natasha never came to family days, and I told her it was because Natasha wasn’t technically a part of our family.

But the boys voiced what I had been feeling for months.

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