Chapter 13 #2
I took one in my mouth and she gasped, her fingers threading through my hair. She'd taught me what she liked those first times together. Soft at first, then harder. Teeth grazing but not biting. I worked her the way she'd shown me and felt her body respond, her hips rolling against mine.
"God, you're good at that."
I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hands fumbled with my jeans, shoving them down my hips. I kicked them off and helped her with hers. Then we were both naked, skin against skin, the heat building between us.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it. I groaned into her neck.
"You're already so hard."
"You do that to me."
She guided me to her entrance. I pushed inside slowly, feeling her stretch around me, hot and slick. Raw, no barrier between us, just skin on skin, the way we both preferred it.
"Yes," she breathed. "Right there."
I moved slow at first, long, deep strokes that made her moan.
We'd learned each other's rhythms over the past weeks.
I knew she liked it slow and deep in her pussy.
Knew she liked it when I angled my hips just so, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp.
Knew she liked to feel my weight on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. Her nails raked down my back. The sting just added to the pleasure.
"Harder."
I gave her what she wanted. Faster now, the bed frame creaking with each thrust. She met me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Don't stop, Thomas. Don't you fucking stop!"
I wasn't planning to. I felt her pussy tighten around me, felt that familiar flutter that meant she was close. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles the way she'd shown me.
She came with a cry, her body clenching around me. I kept moving through it, drawing out her pleasure, feeling her pulse and squeeze. Then my own release hit, that white-hot wave crashing through me. I buried myself deep and let go, pumping my cum inside her.
We lay there afterward, breathing hard, still tangled together. I stayed inside her as long as I could, feeling her warmth, the slow pulse of her around me.
Finally I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. She nestled against my chest, her hair spread across my shoulder.
"That was nice," she said.
"Nice is an understatement."
She laughed, that low, throaty sound I liked.
"Fine. That was incredible. You always make me cum so hard."
"I aim to please."
"You do." She traced a finger across my chest. "I love fucking you raw. It's so warm when you fill me up."
"Same. There's nothing like it."
She was quiet for a moment. Her finger kept tracing my skin. I could feel something change in her, a tension creeping into her muscles.
"Thomas? There's something I need to tell you."
"What's that?"
She propped herself up on one elbow so she could look at me. Her expression was gentle but serious.
"This is the last time we're going to do this."
The words landed like a punch. I blinked, trying to process them.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this. Us. The tumbles." She smiled, but it was sad around the edges. "It's over. After today."
I sat up, suddenly cold despite the warmth of the room.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"God, no." She laughed, touching my face. "Thomas, you're a good lover. A really good lover. You make me cum every time, which is more than I can say for my ex-husband. That man could fumble around for twenty minutes and not find a clit with a map and a flashlight."
"Then why?"
She sat up too, pulling the sheet around herself. Not out of modesty, more like armor.
"You remember I told you about Danny? My boyfriend from high school?"
I searched my memory. "You mentioned him once. First love, something like that."
"That's him. Danny Marsh. We dated for two years back then. I thought I was going to marry him." She smiled at the memory. "But he left for college in Oregon and I stayed here, and we just... drifted apart. He married someone else. I married someone else. Life moved on."
"Okay. So?"
"Well." She took a breath. "Danny's back. His marriage ended last year, and he moved back to Port Chasten a few weeks ago. We've been talking. Reconnecting." She met my eyes. "I want to see where it goes."
I nodded slowly. The disappointment was there, sharp and immediate. But underneath it, something else. Understanding, maybe even happiness for her.
"And that means no more tumbles with me?"
"That's what that means, yeah." She reached for my hand. "I like you, Thomas. I really do. You've been good for me these past two months. But Danny and I have history. Real history. And I need to give that a fair shot."
"I get it." I squeezed her hand. "I always knew you were just using me for sex anyway."
She burst out laughing. "Damn right I was. At my age, you don't pass up good dick when you find it."
"I'm flattered to be classified as good dick."
"The best dick I've had in years." She grinned. "I'll miss it. I really will."
I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "I hope it works out for you, Aimee. You and Danny. I really do."
"Thank you."
"But if it doesn't work out..."
She laughed again and kissed me, soft and sweet.
"If it doesn't work out, you'll be the first to know."
I drove to Forks with the windows down, the warm air washing over me. The roads wound through old-growth forest, massive trees crowding close on either side.
I thought about Aimee. About Danny Marsh, whoever he was. About second chances and first loves and the way life has of circling back on itself.
I wasn't heartbroken. That surprised me a little. Disappointed, yes. Aimee was good company and great in bed, and I'd miss both. But we'd both known what this was. Two adults enjoying each other.
Now it was over. That was fine. That was how it should be.
The lumberyard in Forks had everything I needed. Two-by-tens for sistering. Tongue and groove fir that was close enough to match. All the hardware and sealant and finishing supplies on my list.
I loaded up the truck, paid up, and headed home.