Filthy Beautiful Lust(24)

His hands slide under my shirt and his thumbs graze my nipples. I shiver  at the pleasurable contact. It's exactly what I've been craving. He's  always so sure and confident with his movements, it makes me love the  commanding, masculine side to him. His hands move around to my back,  where he quickly unclasps my bra, and then his hands are once again at  my breasts, massaging them and stroking my tight nipples.

"I love your chest," he whispers, burying his face against my neck and  lightly kissing. My head falls back, giving him access to my throat. I  love the feel of his mouth on me. I squirm in his lap, my wet panties  clinging to my sensitive flesh, as he caresses my breasts.

"Pace," I groan.

I feel him begin to harden beneath me and a surprised gasp leaves my  throat. "Again?" I ask, unable to hide my shock that he can be hard  again so quickly.

He shrugs. "I'm twenty-five, babe. I can come two or three times before I  need a break." His smile is cocky and sure, but I guess it's not cocky  if it's true.

Dear God, this information wreaks havoc on my libido. Any man who has that type of control over his body is just freaking sexy.

He pushes his hips up and grinds his erect cock into me. "Are you wet for me?" he asks, his tone direct.

My inner muscles clench in excitement. "Y-yes," I stammer. I'm unsure why but he's turned me into a complete wanton mess.

"Can I make love to you right here on the couch?" he asks.

My eyes dart to the bedroom door. Max never wakes once he's down for the  night. My gaze returns to Pace's and his navy eyes burn hotly on mine.  "Yes," I say.

He pulls my shirt off over my head and his mouth lowers to my right  breast, sucking my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth and licking  his tongue over it again and again. I toss my head back and groan, and  Pace moves to the other breast, treating it to the same pleasure.

"Stand up, baby."

I rise off his lap and stand in front of him. Pace's jeans are still  pushed down his hips and his heavy cock is resting against his belly. It  is a beautiful sight. His fingers reach for the button on my jeans and  once he undoes it and tugs down my zipper, I help him push my jeans and  underwear down my hips. I step out of them, and then I'm back in his  lap.

Pace grips his erection, his hand sliding up and down lazily over his  shaft while my eyes grow wide watching him. I love watching him touch  himself. The way he tugs on his thick cock, while his eyes are glazed  over with lust is incredibly sexy. I feel like I'm being treated to a  private erotic show.                       
       
           



       

"Lower yourself down on me," he says, keeping one hand on his base and the other at my hip.

I angle myself over the top of him and feel him nudge at my wet center.  We both groan at the warm contact as our bodies come together. He  thrusts his hips up at the same time that I push mine down, and I have  to bite into my lower lip to keep from screaming out. He is large, but  he fills me perfectly. I sink lower, rotating my hips to take him deep.  Dear, God.

His eyes slide closed and his head falls back against the couch. "Fuck."

I love that I just made him lose control and come in my mouth not even  five minutes ago and he's already overwhelmed with pleasure once again.

Gripping my hips in both hands, Pace thrusts up, stilling once he's  fully buried inside me. His blue eyes find mine and his look is so  tender and loving, it makes my heart ache. He can't look at me like  that. I close my eyes, and begin to move, bouncing on his thick  erection, up and down, so that with each stroke, he's massaging that  pleasurable spot deep inside. I am so aroused, I know it's not going to  take me long to come.

We move together, completely in sync, just like the last time, and while  our mouths stay fused together in a deep, passionate kiss, our bodies  work in tandem to achieve the maximum amount of pleasure we can derive.  Sex has never felt so good. And I'm certain the difference is Pace. The  depth of my feelings for him scare me, but there is no denying our  connection. Watching him build a slow relationship with both me and my  child has allowed us to connect on a deeper level, and that intense  connection has obviously translated into the bedroom  –  or living room,  as it were.

"That's it, baby." Pace's big hand curls around my hip, guiding my  movements. "Ride it like you own it," he says, bringing his mouth to  mine.

His words pull at something inside me. I know in that moment that I do  own a piece of his heart and I put everything I have, everything I am  into this moment, tightening my inner muscles around him and riding him  with reckless abandon.





Pace





Kylie tightens her muscles around my cock and a strangled groan rises up  my throat. Watching her move on top of me is incredibly erotic. In this  moment she is free. Free from everything  –  all the worry and stress in  her life  –  and I love that I not only get to share this moment with her,  but that I am the one to take her there.

"Can you come again?" I ask her. Her first orgasm was explosive  –  she trembled in my arms and cried out my name again and again.

"I don't know," she says.

"It might take me a little while to get there," I admit.

A slow smile uncurls on her mouth. She likes this. Good.

I spend the next fifteen minutes teasing two more orgasms from her. I  hunt out all of her sensitive spots  –  her nipples and clit, obviously,  but also discover the spot behind her knee and the dip in her throat  that also make her squirm. I know I've pushed her to her limits when her  eyes glaze over with exhaustion and her body is covered in a damp sheen  of sweat. I pick up my pace, fucking her hard and fast, thrusting up  into her tight warmth that fits me like a glove.

My balls tighten against my body just as I'm overcome with a powerful  release. I bury my face against her throat and grip her ass in both  hands as I release inside of her warm body.

After, she curls into me and I wrap my arms around her and just hold her  to my chest, my softening cock still inside her. This moment means  something. I know she can feel it just like I can, but I also know she  has a bad habit of pushing me away.

I hold her close, loving the feel of her head against my chest. I kiss  the top of her head and tell her how amazing that was. She makes a  little noise of agreement, but doesn't move from the warm spot she's  claimed. It's only when her breathing slows and her body goes completely  lax in my arms that I realize she's fallen asleep. I chuckle to myself,  rather enjoying the fact that I worked her over so completely she's  passed out on top of me  –  with my cock still inside of her.

Careful not to wake her, I lay her down on the couch, gathering a  handful of tissues to wipe between her legs where the after-effect of my  orgasm is beginning to show. Seeing my come decorating her delicate  pink folds makes me half hard again. But we've both had multiple orgasms  in the last hour, so I will let her sleep. She murmurs something as she  feels me clean between her legs, but her eyes stay closed. It's like  she's been drugged. I smile proudly.

Once she's clean, I dress Kylie in her t-shirt, and then slide her  panties up her legs. She curls onto her side on the couch, cradling her  casted arm close to her body, and I join her, pulling a blanket over us  and tucking her body in close to mine. I'd never fully appreciated  spooning until this moment. With my body curled around hers, I close my  eyes and let myself drift off into that relaxed state just before sleep  takes over.                       
       
           



       

"Goodnight, Moon," I whisper with my lips pressed to her hair, thankful that even if it's just for tonight, she's in my arms.



***



At some point in the night, she had gone. Left me alone on the couch in  favor of Max. Something unsettled me about that, as if it was a metaphor  for our entire relationship. She was too scared to feel something for  me, and rather than staying with me and taking the risk, she'd gone back  to the safety and comfort of what she knew. A sense of loss greater  than I'd ever known fills me.

Stiff, and still groggy, I sit up and stretch my arms over my head.  Images of last night's intense sexual encounter dance through my brain,  warming me.

As I make coffee in the kitchen, I hear voices from inside my bedroom. I  listen more closely and smile at the soft notes of her singing baby  songs to Max. My heart speeds up, knowing it's Saturday and that I have  the entire day to look forward to with them.

I rummage through the fridge and cabinets in search of something to make  them for breakfast. Just as I settle on eggs and toast, Kylie comes out  of the bedroom carrying Max. He is still dressed in my t-shirt, and for  some reason that makes me smile. Kylie is dressed in the same clothes  as yesterday and her hair is tied back in a low ponytail.