Page 58 of Made for Us

“What if you weren’t trying?” I put the bottle of water down on the counter, wanting to have my hands free. “What would you do?”

“First, I would kiss your neck.” I move my head to the side, giving him access, and he doesn’t wait for another invitation. He bends his head and kisses my neck softly before trailing his tongue out and then sucking.

“I’m okay with that,” I assure him, my eyes closing as he moves from my neck to my ear. “What else?” I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry.

“Then I’d move my hand under the shirt and see if your nipples are as hard as they look.” I’m so freaking on edge that I moan at the thought of him doing this. I arch my back and feel his hands slowly moving up over my stomach to my tits. He groans out when both hands graze my nipples, and the minute he rolls each nipple at the same time, my head falls back, and I moan and shudder. My hand comes out to grab his cock, which has been hard ever since he came down the stairs.

I don’t know who moans the loudest. I don’t know whose hands go where, but all I can think about is sucking his cock. “Ever since the first time,” I say, moving my hands into his boxers and feeling his hard cock in my hand. “I’ve thought of doing this again.” There in the middle of the kitchen, I squat down so my face is right in front of his cock. I don’t think he’s expecting me to do this, so he’s just watching as I pull his boxers down and take his cock into my mouth. I moan as I fist him, moving my hand and my mouth at the same time.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands going into my hair, and it makes me even wetter knowing I’m giving him this pleasure. “That mouth,” he says as his hips thrust, “I’ve dreamed about it every single day since.”

I lick the tip of his cock. “I played with myself thinking about you,” I admit to him. “That and your mouth on me.” His eyes look into mine as I take his cock into my mouth again. This time he fucks my mouth while we watch each other. I can feel when he’s close because his thrusts are shorter, and his breathing starts getting faster.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he tells me, and I almost cry when he moves away from me.

“Why not?” I ask him, and I swear it sounds like I’m whining.

“Because I want to come in you.” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Because after having your mouth on me, all I can think about is sliding into you.”

I open my legs for him to stand in the middle of them, and we are at the perfect height. “I want to do so many things to you.” He pulls the shirt up, and at this point, I just need him to touch my pussy. I put my feet on the counter, opening more for him. “Fuck,” he says when I lift the shirt over my head, but I don’t take it off my shoulders.

I’m sitting on his island with my tits aching to be touched and my white lace thong drenched. I move my ass closer to the counter’s edge so he can get better access to my pussy. “You’re wet,” he states as he drags a finger up my slit over my panties, and I just nod. He moves the thong to the side and then slides his cock into me. “Fucking hell,” he swears softly, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. I come on his cock so hard I’m shivering and moaning loudly, “Sshhh, baby,” he hushes, his mouth falling on mine as his tongue plays with mine, and he fucks me.

I come over and over again, losing track of the number of times until he rams into me one last time, and I’m the one swallowing his moan this time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

TRISTAN

I collapse on her chest as she leans back on her elbow. “Did I just fuck you on my counter like a barbarian?” I say the words out loud instead of just in my head. My breaths come in pants as I try to get my breathing back to normal.

“I really hope this isn’t another dream,” she says as she runs her hand through the back of my hair. I look up and see her looking down at me. “If it is a dream, I’m not sure I want to wake up from it.” She bends her head, and I raise mine to kiss her. “Also, you might have to get off my belly,” she urges, and I jump off her, making her laugh. “You weren’t hurting me; I just have to pee.”

I look at her pink cheeks as she sits up. Her tits are bigger than they were the last time. Her belly is fucking beautiful, and I lean down and kiss her stomach. “Hi, baby boy,” I say, rubbing her stomach, and it just makes me so fucking happy. “It’s your dad.”

“Who was just inside me.” Abigail rolls her lips when I glare at her. “What? I’m just telling him in case he’s wondering who poked him in the eye.” She smiles so big her eyes light up. “I’m kidding. You probably didn’t even feel it.”

“How sure are you?” I ask her as she pulls her shirt over her head, and I want to stop her.

“I’m one-thousand-percent positive the baby can’t feel you.” I tuck my cock back in to my boxers and grab her by the waist.

“I love you.” I say the three words I was so scared to say before, but now I feel the need to tell her all the time. “Let’s get you to bed.” I kiss her softly, picking her up and putting her on her feet. “Do you want to sleep in my bed?” I ask her, holding my breath. I wanted her to come to my room before, but I didn’t want to push her. But now after having her again, all I want to do is keep her close.

“What do you think Penelope will say?” she asks, not sure.

“Well, considering she said we had sex,” I remind her, “and I’m really fucking hoping she didn’t google sex when I wasn’t here.”

“I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable,” she says softly, and I just walk into my room.

“I’ll set the alarm early so she doesn’t see you in my bed,” I suggest to her, walking to the king-sized bed. “I’m going to be honest with you,” I tell her, tossing the cover back. “Penelope is the only one I’ve ever shared a bed with. I don’t know if I move a lot or not.” She walks to me and kisses me under my neck.

“Do you think you can set the alarm for ten minutes before so we can have…” I smirk at her.

“Like I need ten minutes,” I joke with her, and she laughs quietly before turning and looking around. “Bathroom is through there.” I point at the door in the corner.

She turns and walks toward the bathroom, and I walk over to Penelope’s room to make sure she’s still asleep. She’s spread out in the middle of her bed like a starfish. I get back into the bedroom at the same time as Abigail is coming toward the bed. “I had to clean up. What side do you sleep on?”

“The middle.” I chuckle. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, walking to the bathroom and cleaning myself off. When I slide into bed five minutes later, she’s in the middle of the bed waiting for me. I slip in behind her and kiss the back of her neck.

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