14. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Will
S omehow, we managed to arrange ourselves on the bed with Katie straddling me, allowing me to rest my back.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as my eyes drink in every inch of her gorgeous body straddling me.
“I’m in yoga pants and a T-shirt,” she laughs.
“Still. You are so beautiful.”
Katie blushes at my compliment and reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside. Then, with a bit of awkward pulling, she does the same to mine. Her fingers trace a path down my chest and abdomen until they find their way to my belt buckle.
With deft fingers, Katie undoes my belt and unbuttons my jeans. She pushes them down along with my boxers until I’m completely naked before her. Her eyes roam over every inch of me with hunger.
“Mmm… you look delicious,” she purrs as she wraps one hand around my hard cock.
I moan softly at her touch as desire courses through me like an electric current. Of course I have had dates since our divorce but nothing serious ever. And no woman could ever make me feel the way she does. Katie is made for me.
With a cheeky grin she crawls off the bed and stands at the foot of it. She slowly removes her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her perky breasts are a perfect handful, topped with rosy pink nipples that are already hard with anticipation. I missed them too.
My eyes drink in her beauty as she hooks her thumbs into her knickers and slides them down her long legs. She kicks them aside, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of golden curls between her thighs. Glistening with arousal, I can see how wet she is for me.
Katie crawls back onto the bed, straddling my hips as she leans over me. Her hair falls around us like a golden curtain as she captures my lips in another searing kiss. Our tongues dance together as our bodies grind against each other in rhythmic abandon. My movements are limited so she does all the hard lifting.
I run my hands up Katie’s back, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back gently to expose her neck. Carefully I sit up so my lips can trace a path from her collarbone to just below her earlobe, nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh.
Katie moans softly in response, grinding her hips against mine with increasing urgency. I can feel how wet she is against my bare cock as desire threatens to consume us both.
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“I need to fuck you,” I whisper breathlessly in his ear. I don’t know what has come over me, but by opening up to him and admitting what I want, I have unleashed something in me. I need to have him; I need to erase this emptiness the divorce left behind.
“I am all yours,” he replies.
His cock is hard beneath me, throbbing and eager. I reach down to grab hold of it, using my hand to guide him towards my entrance.
Slowly, I lower myself onto him, letting out a gasp as he fills me up. He's big, thick and just the right amount of hard. We just fit together so perfectly.
I place my hands on his pecs for support as I start to move. I roll my hips, grinding against him in slow circles. Each time our bodies connect, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.
"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into my thighs. "You feel so good."
I smile down at him. There's something incredibly empowering about being on top like this, in control of both our pleasure. I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips before sitting back up and picking up the pace.
My breath comes in short gasps as the sensations build inside me. Every move brings me closer to the edge and I can tell that he's not far behind.
With one hand still holding onto his chest for balance, I use my other hand to rub at my clit. The added stimulation has me teetering on the brink of orgasm.
He watches me intently as I touch myself above him. The way his eyes darken with desire only spurs me on further.
"I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained with need .
"Me too," I moan in response.
I put all of my focus into chasing that glorious release that's just within reach. My movements become more frantic as our combined moans fill the room.
And then, finally, it happens. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me, starting in my core and radiating outwards. I can't help but cry out as I ride out my orgasm.
As I come down from my high, I can feel him pulsing inside me. He's close too. I continue to move above him until he reaches his peak with a low groan.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together as we both catch our breaths. It's moments like this that make all the ups and downs of life worth it.
I lean down to kiss him softly before sliding off of him and collapsing onto the bed beside him. We lie there in comfortable silence, our fingers intertwined on the mattress between us.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice soft and concerned. He brushes a stray hair from my forehead, his touch gentle and loving.
"I am home. For the first time in four years, I am home,” I whisper and a small tear trickles down my cheek. That’s the only way I can describe what I am feeling. I have found my way back to the place I call home.