No Reservations - Megan Hart [66]
She adjusted herself and stretched above him. He lost his train of thought for a few moments and then remembered she was not only fucking him, but had agreed to both move in and marry him. He tried to keep the gloat off his face.
'Don't think I can't see the gloat in your eyes. But let's hold off on the end-xone dances for a few more minutes, shall we? If we move in together, your girls will lose some of that together time they have with you and her both. This will be because I can't bear their mother. It willbe my fault that they lose it. They will resent me, how could they not?'
You're jumping to conclusions as well as getting lazy. Ride me while you're talking. I can live with no Sunday dinners, which you have to admit rarely happen anyway.'
She rose up and slammed her body down on him several times, her breasts bouncing, her eyes sliding halfway dosed. He felt her cunt change, slicken, get hotter as she rode. He had no plans to interrupt wherever she was going at that moment. He was putty in her hands, or between her thighs, whatever.
'Weddings, funerals, graduations, these are the events I am willing to deal with her over. Oh and birthdays, but only if there's no way around it. And by deal with, I mean I know she will be there too. It does not mean I'll plan parties for these events with her. I will not spend Christmas or Valentine's Day alone if we live together and I sure as hell won't if we're married. I will not sit at her table for Thanksgiving, nor do I want her at mine. This is non-negotiable. I don't want her in my house eating my turkey and I'm not going to her place either. I'm not her friend. I don't plan to pretend to be, nor do I want to be. I'll be civil for the sake of your daughters, but that's as far as it goes. Her behaviour this time has just gone too far. I don't plan to call her up to chat and I don't want to hear that voice on my answering machine. By the way, her parents are assholes too, no wonder she turned out the way she did. Same goes for them.
She took one of his hands and brought it to her clit. 'Hello? You're neglecting me already?' 'What did her parents do and why didn't you tell me earlier?'
Mmm, there you go, sport, right there.' She leant forwards, bracing her hands on his biceps and slid back onto his cock time and again. This position was so good for her. Every inch of his cock stroked, rubbed and stimulated her. The broad head of him brushed over her G-spot and she controlled the intensity with her movements.
'Look at me.'
She did, not stopping herself from grabbing a kiss as well. 'I want you to come.
She laughed, arching her back and slamming herself back against him in earnest. With him, the wait, once she let herself go, was never long. He set to flame what had smouldered and that was all she could feel, see, think about.
Those stirrings of orgasm stirred low in her belly and bloomed outwards, flushing heat and pleasure over her skin, through her cells. He filled and she teased herself with his retreat. He played her, stroking her clit between a slippery thumb and forefinger.
'So bold, taking what you want. Sexy. That's the way, damn it, you're so hot and juicy. I'm close, darling Kate, so you'd better get a move on or you'll be all alone. I'm too much a gentleman for that.'
Her nipples slid back and forth against him as she moved; the hair on his chest abraded but in all the right ways. She dropped her forehead, resting it against his chest. That changed the angle of his entry just enough to bring orgasm tumbling through her.
He rolled her so that he was on top, picking up his pace, thrusting hard and deep. She took in the luxury of looking up into his face. The forelock that perpetually seemed to slide rakishly over his forehead. The way the iris in each eye seemed to be swallowed bythe darkness of his pupils as he got drunk from fucking.