Page 30 of Defending Our Ever After

“I’ve wanted to do this since I got here,” she tells me, suddenly looking shy as she sits back on the bed. “I was so relieved you weren’t with Shelby, or anyone, I mean.”

Nodding my head, I know that’s a whole other conversation that I hope she won’t mind me saving until after I sink into her.

Sliding under the covers beside her, I lean in and nibble on her neck while I reach out to cup her breast, only pausing when I feel a shiver go through her.

“You good?” I ask, drawing back so I can see her face and hope she can see my lips in the dim light from the lantern. Once she nods, I slide my rough palm against her stiff nipple and smile when she moans. “We need to be quiet.”

Her eyes dart to the crib and she bites her bottom lip before nodding at me again. This time I lower my mouth to her breast and suck her nipple past my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

Christ, I’m barely on second base and my dick is hard as steel and weeping at the thought of being buried inside her. Thankfully, I’m conscious enough of the fact that I have to do this right.

Unlike my history of one-night stands, Trisha has become an important part of this place and deserves to be treated with respect. With that in mind, I move myself down her body; lightly kissing her smooth flesh as I make my way to her pussy.

I’ve only performed oral one other time, toward the end of my senior year of high school when I was desperate to fuck my girlfriend before I left for boot camp. All I can hope is that I picked some moves up from watching porn.

“No,” Trisha says, shifting her legs together and away from me. “I haven’t shaved in ages, Ed.”

I sign that it doesn’t matter, knowing full well that I haven’t had a turn in the shower for two days.

“It does to me,” she insists. “I fucking need you in me, no foreplay tonight.”

I can’t help the laugh that bursts from my mouth and I grin up at her, reaching for the condom as I again think how happy I am that she always speaks her mind. There’s no guessing at subtext to anything she says.

Her hand reaches them first and breaks off one of the condoms packs, then she tears the edge open before handing it to me; letting me take it from there. Once Trisha spreads her legs for me again, I don’t waste any time, nudging her open with the tip of my cock and she raises her knees to hurry me along.

Balancing my weight as carefully as I can in a bed that’s way too small, I reach down with one hand to make sure she’s ready for me; I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her.

“Told you I didn’t need foreplay tonight.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so…”

“Don’t say ‘moist’, for the love of God, don’t say moist.” Her voice comes out as a strangled yell when she says the word that seems to aggravate so many women.

“Wet,” I say just as I lower my mouth to hers, covering her gasp when I thrust my dick inside of her.

Sweet relief. Trisha’s tight walls squeeze around my dick when I pause and I let out a deep groan, breaking our kiss, I arch my back; supporting myself with a fist on either side of her head as I start to rock steadily into her.

And that becomes another problem as the old bed creaks in protest, making enough noise to wake the dead. I move one hand up to hold the headboard, hoping to solve the problem that way, but at my next thrust one of the wood supports gives way and a corner of the bed crashes to the floor.

Thankfully, Trisha doesn’t scream, and I do the only thing I can think of. I yank her out of bed and push her against the wall next to the window. I know there’s no one asleep at this point, but I’m desperate to finish even as I feel her chest shake with laughter.

“Focus,” I say, looking at her and smile when she slides a hand down to rub her clit as she tightens her legs around my waist. Kissing her, I continue pumping into her—expecting Sara to start crying at any second, but decide that we deserve this moment.

When Trisha’s breathing accelerates and her nails bite into my skin, I take that as permission to let go, coming after a couple more thrusts into her. Ignoring how sensitive my dick gets afterwards, I push into her until she indicates that she’s good by tapping my shoulder.

Tossing my condom into the diaper pail, I reach back and grab my comforter off of the destroyed bed; using that to wrap around us once I get her to sit on my lap in the recliner next to Sara’s crib.

“Was it very loud?” she asks, shooting me a knowing smile that makes my dick twitch. That cheeky bastard is the only part of me that’s not completely done in after today.

“I’m certain my daughter’s the only creature on this mountain we didn’t wake up,” I answer, facing her since I’m too relaxed to attempt to sign anything.

“Give me a minute, then I’ll sneak back to the bunk room.”

“Sleep here tonight,” I tell her, grunting when she points to the destroyed bedframe. “I’ll put the mattress on the floor, babe.”

We take our turns in the bathroom before getting ourselves situated for the rest of the night and it doesn’t escape my attention that the usual cacophony of snoring is silent.

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