Page 82 of Unexpected Kisses

I stand and hold my fingers to her lips, painting the soft pillows with her release. Her tongue darts out, following the path. My cock, which is already fighting for space in my shorts, grows further, pressing against the zipper. I wouldn’t be surprised if I don’t have zipper marks on the damn thing.

“Get naked, beautiful,” I tell her as I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop my hands to the button and fly on my shorts. Biting her bottom lip, she does as I ask, never tearing her eyes away from my body.

“I love your body, AJ,” she tells me, her voice dripping with lust.

“Ditto, Cupcake.” I lift my chin toward her. “Now get naked.” She moves into action, removing the dress, leaving her in only her bra and sandals. Once I’m naked, I drop down and remove each sandal carefully, ensuring Sarah doesn’t lose her balance and she removes her bra. I point to the table. “Bend over the table for me. I need to bury my cock in your pussy.”

She bends over the table, her full breasts squishing against the surface, giving me a spectacular view of her swollen pussy. I swipe the head of my cock through the glistening slickness and Sarah pushes back against me. “Hurry up. I need you.”

I grunt as I notch my head against her opening and push inside in one swift thrust. We both moan at the beauty of our joining. I throw my head back and press in as deep as I can, holding still until I’m in control. If I start moving straight away, I’m not gonna last, and I never want this to end.

Sarah turns her head, watching me over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just need a minute,” I grit through clenched teeth. Rubbing my hands up and down her smooth back, to her neck, and down to her ass cheeks, I leave a trail of goosebumps in my wake. Her body shivers beneath my touch, and I feel like the king of the world. Once I’m certain I won’t come in two strokes, I separate her ass cheeks and slide out.

“Oooooh,” Sarah moans.

I slide my hands around to her hips, gripping tight, and begin to pump steadily, ensuring I hit that special spot each time I push inside. Small grunts leave Sarah’s lips every time I bottom out, making my cock infinitely harder. Dropping my eyes to Sarah’s ass, I admire the movement every time my hips slap against her and groan at the sight of my glistening cock sliding out of her heat.

“This is quite the fucking sight. I wish you could see this.” I wonder if she’d let me record this sometime? My phone is completely secure, so the videos and images would be one hundred percent safe.

As I pick up speed and power, the table edges across the room with each thrust, adding to the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and the squelching sound Sarah’s pussy makes every time I push back in. A sheen of sweat is gathering down her spine, and I run my hand down the dip to the crack of her ass. Separating her ass cheeks, my cock pulses at the view of her oh-so-tempting tight hole. Dragging my fingers along her sensitive area, I wet my thumb and then trace circles around the hole. Sarah freezes. “It’s okay. I promise it’ll feel good, Cupcake. Trust me.”

Her body relaxes and she nods. Her trust is a gift and shows me how far our relationship has come. Rubbing around the tight hole, I dip back down to collect more of her lubrication, then carefully breach the ring of muscle eliciting a gasp from Sarah. She pushes back against me, panting, her legs trembling.

“Oh, God. That feels so good. I … I’m so close.” I slide my thumb out and back in, matching the action with my cock. The pressure feels incredible as her walls tighten like a wave around my length. “Aaaagh!” Sarah shouts.

Her release sets off mine, and stars dance around the edge of my vision, my lungs trap my breath, and electricity shoots from the furthest parts of my body to one singular point—my cock. My balls draw up and my cum explodes in ribbons into her. “Fuuuck!” I moan while I bury my cock as deep as I can—my dick pulses, emptying everything I have into the woman I love.

Love!

I’m pretty sure I fell in love with her the first night we met, and my feelings for her have only grown deeper, more complex.

Draping my torso over her body, I keep my dick inside her as I kiss my way down her spine, running the palms of my hands down each side, tracing the valleys and curves. We’re both panting heavily, working to catch our breaths when Sarah turns her head to the side and smiles sleepily at me. I move so I can meet her lips with mine. We connect in a lazy kiss as we come down from our high. Sarah wiggles her ass, and I take the hint that she probably needs me to climb off of her. I help her up, then carry her into her bedroom and position her ass on my thighs so I can hold her legs up.

She chuckles. “I’m not ovulating yet, we don’t need to do this.”

“Don’t care. We may as well get started. Just in case.” I wink at her, rubbing my hands up and down her legs. It’s then I notice the red marks where her hips were probably connecting with the table. I run my fingers over the redness. “I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”

“You never have to apologize to me for getting carried away when I’m on the receiving end of it.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, smirking at me.

And just like that, I’m hard again. Still holding her legs upright, I open her to me and slide my cock into heaven and proceed to defile her all over again.

Lying on my back with Sarah draped across my chest, her leg thrown over both of mine, I trace patterns up her arms. The room is considerably darker than it was before as day turns to night. We’ve pretty much had a sex-a-thon since arriving home this afternoon. “I think you should move in with me.”

Sarah’s head snaps up. “What?” At least she hasn’t gone into a panic attack like she did when I suggested we have sex to get her pregnant rather than using the collection condom and syringe method.

“Hear me out. If you move in with me, we can have sex every morning and night. Surely, that’ll get you pregnant. None of this every other day stuff only when you’re ovulating.”

“I’m pretty sure we were doing it more than every second day during my ovulation period last month,” she sasses back.

“I want you with me,” I murmur. Gliding my fingers through her messy hair, I watch her closely as she runs through the pros and cons. My Sarah is an overthinker, which is probably good because she balances out my spontaneity. And while my suggestion for her to move in with me may seem out of the blue, it’s something I’ve been thinking about since we first decided to see where this relationship could go. I don’t expect her to make a decision tonight, but I’d be thrilled if she did so we can move her things straight away.

Her eyes come back to mine and her lips slowly spread, her eyes twinkling in happiness. She begins to nod slowly, gradually picking up speed while her smile grows wider. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Surely it’s not that easy.

She chuckles. “Okay.”

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