So. Long(51)

I run my hands over her thighs. “Damn you’re beautiful right now, with your hair like that.”

Kelsey turns so her face is hidden even more by her hair. “You only think that because I’m sitting on your cock at the moment.”

I shake my head at her refusal to accept that I think she’s gorgeous. Her eyes close and she moves a bit faster, her hips rolling, her body heating mine.

My cock swells and hardens even more.

She fits me beautifully. And shit. I’m so fucking close to coming.

Maybe…

I squeeze her hips. “Fuck. Me. Just. Like. That. Beautiful Girl.”

Her eyes open, and she pushes up on her knees and off my cock. “But what if I want to fuck you this way?”

I clench my jaw so I don’t let loose a curse.

It’s not like I’d have come anyway.

I love that sass. Not sure I’d trade it, even for an orgasm.

She turns around and slides onto my erection, smiling over her shoulder. “Reverse cowgirl.”

I palm her ass cheeks. As she moves, the pressure on my cock is different, but no less amazing.

And the view of her ass as she grinds on my jock is worth the interruption.

She’s perfect in every way.

Kelsey is the one I’ve been searching for all this time.

She leans forward, putting her hands on either side of my knees, and pumps over my length. The quick glimpses I get of her pussy taking in my dick as she moves up and down—just—fuck, she’s hot.

I hold her ass cheeks as she rides me. Her breaths come faster, and she lets out little mews and moans as she finds her rhythm and drives me crazy.

And damn—I want to come so fucking bad.

My balls are tight, and my erection is as long as it’s ever been under Kelsey’s dripping entrance. My hips keep time with her movements until she sits up and throws her head back. She grabs hold of my thighs as she cries out.

Both her pussy and her hands squeeze me. The pulsing of her cunt is hot and strong.

I grab the sheets at my sides to keep from cursing fate and my fucking dick as she rides out the storm of her orgasm. But then, the blinding surge of pressure hits its peak, and my cock convulses. Pleasure shoots through me.

I let out a growling groan, long and loud.

Kelsey sinks down on top of me, and I jam my hips up as hard as I can. Her body surrounds me as I find the release that I’ve been denied for so long. I spew cum, possibly harder than I’ve ever done.

I’ve never felt more at home or at peace than this moment. Maybe the future isn’t cold and cruel. Maybe life can be fulfilling and maybe love would be worth the risk of losing it.

Once her pulsing subsides, I pull her off me. I grab a tissue from the night table and toss the condom in the bed-side trash bin.

I drag Kelsey into my arms as I inhale and exhale a deep breath. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

She grins. “Just say thank you.”

My heart swells with more than simple gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I guess I am the one to get you there after all.”

I want to shout and holler and maybe even fucking dance. Instead, I say, “Let me hold you.”

Kelsey snuggles down into the bedding with her back against my chest and her ass against my only slightly aroused cock. With her in my arms, it’s as though life’s uncertainty doesn’t matter anymore.

I smooth her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck. “Are you comfortable? Warm enough? Cool enough?”

Her chuckle vibrates through my chest, right into my heart. “I’m perfect, but thanks for asking.”

“I’ll always ask.” I trail my fingertips over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm, while tasting her smooth skin and savoring the flavor of tropical fruit mixed with a sweetness that’s all Kelsey.

“Hmmm…” She suddenly flips over, so we’re facing one another. “You know, not one guy I’ve ever been with has ever asked me if I’m comfortable.”

“Not even your ex-husband? He never—”

“Especially my ex.”

“Your ex is an idiot.” I wrap her in my arms and pull her close so her breasts rub my pecs as we settle in and get comfortable. I want to hold her forever. Never let her go.

She throws her leg over my hip. Her soft pussy kisses the tip of my erection.

My cock pulls tighter and throbs with want.

She nuzzles under my chin, her warm breath soothing and welcome on my neck. Her fingers play in the short hairs on my pecs. She sucks in a deep breath and seems to hold it for the longest time before letting it out. Again and again, she does this.

I pull back and tip her chin up. “What are you thinking about?”

She gives a one-shoulder shrug.

“Not good enough. What is it?”