25. William
25
WILLIAM
K ristin writhed against the mattress as I nipped her clit with my teeth. I reveled in her satisfaction. A devil lurked behind her doe eyes, and I couldn’t wait to bring that little minx out.
I grabbed her thighs and forced her legs further apart, sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy. She tasted like fucking heaven . Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head closer.
That’s my girl. Take it. Beg for it.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, Stroking and stretching her as I made out with her clit.
Damn, she was tight. I couldn’t wait to sink my dick deep inside. I wanted to fuck her until she had sex hair, smeared makeup, and couldn’t remember her own name.
A moan escaped from Kristin’s parted lips. It had my dick aching for relief. I slid one finger into the cleft of her ass. As I pushed against the hidden ring of muscle, her sharp gasp of panic turned into a wanton moan of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around my fingers.
She threw her head back, dark hair spilling over as she arched her spine and smacked the mattress with her hand. “ Oh God … Will … yes!”
I wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth for the rest of time, but for now…
With one last stroke, I withdrew my hand from between her thighs and stood up. I pressed my fingers against her lips, trailing her wetness from her chin, down her throat, and across her breasts. The most perfect tits I had ever seen.
Kristin lifted up onto her elbows and wiped her fingers across her lips, touching the evidence of her arousal that I’d left there. Tentatively, she pulled them away, locked eyes with me, and then tasted them. I watched, enraptured, as her tongue darted out and licked at her glistening wetness.
Fuck yeah, you dirty girl.
I flashed a devilish grin. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up into the mountain of pillows at the head of my bed. With her body on full display, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to shove my cock deep inside my girl.
“I might die if you don’t fuck me right now, Will Solomon,” she said between labored breaths.
I scrambled up onto the bed and straddled her waist. “You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?”
“God, yes,” she said, panting. Kristin’s dark eyes locked on mine. She stared at me like I held the moon and stars in my hand.
I didn’t hold the galaxy, but I did hold my entire world.
I cradled her cheeks in my palms as the head of my cock dragged through her pussy. “I love you, Kris,” I murmured against her lips. “So damn much.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
“Shit, Kris, did I hurt you?” I asked as I wiped her tears away with my thumbs. I hadn’t even shoved my dick into her pussy. She seemed into everything else.
She shook her head and placed her hands on my chest. “No, this is perfect.”
“Then why are you crying?”
She smiled. “Because this is perfect.”
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on my dick. It’d be a turn-on to watch Kristin fumble through putting it on me, but I was impatient tonight. I’d save that fantasy for later.
Slowly, I notched the tip at her entrance and eased inside of her.
Kristin gasped and then groaned. Her eyes slammed shut, and she bit her lip.
“I need you to relax for me, sweetheart,” I said through gritted teeth. I needed to fuck her fast and hard, but I couldn’t do that if she was stiff as a board. “Breathe.” I stroked her hip, hoping to ease the tension.
“It’s been a long time,” she said, exhaling slowly.
“For me too,” I admitted. Not as long as her, but long enough that I was ready to blow and I wasn’t even all the way in yet.
“And you’re… big .” The blush tinting her cheeks was fucking adorable.
I laughed. “You keep stroking my ego like that, and I’m going to finish embarrassingly fast.”
“We can always go for round two.”
I smirked. “It’s been a long day. My stamina is pretty low. I should probably start working out more.”
She trailed her fingertips down my abs. “Your six-pack begs to differ.”
I licked my lips and grinned. “I plan on fucking you hard enough to keep you in this bed all damn day tomorrow.”
That made her giggle .
I leaned down and pecked at her lips. She was distracted and relaxed enough for me to ease all the way inside of her.
She whimpered at the pressure and I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Good girl. Just like that. Just breathe.”
Goosebumps flooded her skin at the praise.
I shifted my hips and groaned at her slick heat wrapped around my cock.
Heaven .
“Will?” she cried, eyes pinched shut. Her lips parted as she sucked in a shallow breath.
I swirled my tongue around one pert nipple and then the other. “Hm?” I hummed as I pulled it between my teeth.
“I need you to fuck me right fucking now.”
I reared back and slammed my hips into hers. She keened beneath me, her nails digging into my arms. I loved the bite of pain.
I drilled into her again and again, levering upward to stroke that pleasure spot she had deep inside. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I claimed every piece of her body and her heart.
“You feel like heaven,” I said as I skated my hands up her stomach, lingering on her breasts.
She whimpered at my touch.
I left one hand on her tit and slid the other up to her throat, gently but firmly wrapping my fingers around it. “Nod if this is okay.”
Kristin’s pussy clenched around my dick. Without opening her eyes, she nodded.
I tightened my grip. “Good?”
“So fucking good,” she moaned.
I captured her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. With a mindful grip on her throat, I pulled out and then thrust hard and fast. The bed rocked, knocking against the wall. Thankfully, the kids were on the other side of the house. It was a good thing, too, because I had no intention of being discreet.
I slowed the urgency of my thrusts and ground slow, rough circles against her clit.
Kristin let out a piercing whine as her inner walls fluttered with the first tell-tale signs of her orgasm.
“That’s right, beautiful,” I growled, keeping with the steady rhythm that had her body ready to implode. “Give me what I want.”
I felt my release about to crash into me, but I wanted hers first.
“I—I’m so?—”
“Come for me,” I ordered. “Let me have it.”
She shattered, and I was right there with her. My release pulsed into the condom. I lowered her arms and rubbed my thumbs against her wrists as I caught my breath.
“You are so goddamn amazing,” I said breathlessly, dropping my forehead to hers. With my dick still inside of her, I cradled her cheeks, sliding my tongue against hers in a slow kiss.
Kristin pulled back, her hands on my jawline and her forehead on mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said. What else was there to say? That woman had a hold on my heart like no one else ever had.
“What time is it?” Kristin mumbled, stirring in my arms. Her cheek was pressed against my pec, and her arm and leg were draped over my body. The woman was a snuggler and I, for one, was not complaining. She so fucking adorable, and I never wanted to wake up without her clinging to me.
Was I falling fast? Yeah. Was I moving fast? Hell yeah. But, hey—when you know, you know.
I felt things for Kristin I’d never felt, even for the woman I’d asked to marry me. It didn’t scare me to think that forever might not work out.
Every choice presented an element of risk. I accepted that. What scared me most was the thought of missing out on forever because I was too chickenshit to go for it in the first place.
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” I said, pressing a kiss on top of her head.
The morning light leaked through the curtains. We had the day off and sleeping late sounded like a good idea.
She groaned. “The kids will be awake in a minute. I should get up.”
As if on cue, footsteps from upstairs rumbled the ceiling, followed by the rhythmic opening and shutting of doors.
I tilted my head and buried my nose in her hair. “You’re psychic.”
She snorted and curled into me. “No, I’ve just done the same thing for two-thousand mornings.”
“Sleep,” I said firmly. “I’ll go start breakfast.” Reluctantly, I slid out from under her and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a mostly clean t-shirt. “One of these days, we’re going to wake up together and have a repeat performance of last night.”
I slipped into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
“I think I’d like morning sex,” she said. “Sounds like a perfect way to start the day.”
My dick hardened at the suggestion. Not now, buddy. We’ve gotta go be an adult and make pancakes. I started for the bedroom door, but stole a moment to simply look at her.
She yawned as she closed her eyes. “You sure you’re good out there? With them?”
“I got this,” I said, turning back to the bed. I planted a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep.”
Kristin flashed a wicked smile that made me regret my decision to get out of bed. “Yes, sir. ”
I pulled the door behind me and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Kylie froze on the stairs like she was trying to sneak down.
“Morning, Ky,” I said.
She eyed me cautiously. “Morning.”
“I was gonna make pancakes. That sound okay?” I asked as I pulled the coffee pot from the dish drainer and jammed it under the coffee maker.
“You’re like Kristin,” she said as she tiptoed the rest of the way down the stairs. “Can’t function without your coffee.”
“Do you want some?” I asked, pressing the brew button.
She perked up. “Yes, please.”
I didn’t know if Kristin let the kids have coffee or not. It didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. Kids chugged energy drinks, didn’t they? Coffee wouldn’t hurt. Besides—my house, my rules.
I pointed to the cabinet to the left of the sink. “Mugs are in there. Mind grabbing me one, too?”
“Is Kristin still asleep?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I figured I’d get started on breakfast. Give her a morning off.” Pointing down the narrow hallway that led to the my bedroom, I added, “But if you need something, you can go in.”
The coffee pot beeped, signaling that my liquid happiness had finished brewing. I opened the fridge, loading my arms with eggs, bacon, and coffee creamer. Kylie filled two mugs, then sat on the opposite side of the kitchen island. She sipped her coffee quietly, watching me like a hawk.
I grabbed a box of pancake mix and whipped up a big bowl of batter. “Did you sleep okay?” I asked as I pulled out the largest skillet I owned and slid it onto the range.
“Yeah.” She let out a slightly caustic laugh. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had my own room.”
“I bet.” I held up a bag of chocolate chips and a carton of blueberries. “How do you take your pancakes? ”
“Chocolate chips,” she said, grinning. “Definitely chocolate chips.”
“What does Kris like?”
“She always does plain ones.”
I dropped a pat of butter into the skillet and smirked. “Lame.”
I waited for the butter to melt before I ladled four scoops of batter into the pan. When the pancakes bubbled up, I sprinkled all four with chocolate chips and gave them a flip. With that done, I busied myself with laying strips of bacon on a sheet pan to pop in the oven.
Kylie watched me with a curious expression, as if she hadn’t made up her mind about me yet.
“Something on your mind this morning?” I asked, topping off her mug with coffee before starting another pot.
Kylie didn’t answer immediately. She looked down at her mug, rocking the cup and swirling the coffee. I decided not to press further.
Kristen often told me how tight-lipped the kids were about their personal lives. I didn’t expect Kylie to spill her guts.
“Kristin’s really happy,” Kylie said, “And I love that. I want her to be happy. And you’re great. And I think you’re really great for her.” Her words tumbled out, one on top of the other.
I pulled the pancakes out of the skillet and set the spatula down on the countertop. Resting my forearms on the cold granite, I chuckled. “I’m glad she’s happy. I want to make her happy.”
“Do you love her?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
She stifled a smile.
Talking to Kylie felt like baiting a wounded animal—trying to convince her to trust that I wouldn’t harm her. Leading her a little closer each time.
I handed her the spatula. “Mind giving those a flip while I put the bacon in the oven? ”
She hopped off the barstool and rounded the island. “I’m sorry we had to tag along,” she said. “Kristin won’t leave Lo and me in charge overnight. I know it’s gotta be annoying to never get any alone time. Four kids are a hell of a burden.” She chewed on her lip and softly added, “Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to say hell .”
I put my hands on her shoulders, stopping her before she could get to the pancakes. They could burn for all I cared. I needed her to hear me.
“Ky, I love having y’all here,” I said. “And you sure as hell are not a burden. Not now. Not ever. Got that?”
Her lip trembled. “You mean it?”
“Of course. You’re welcome here anytime.”
Kylie wrapped her arms around my middle in a hug that both broke and healed my heart. “You’re like the big brother I always wanted,” she said. “I mean, you’re, like, old enough to be my dad, but you’re dating my sister. And I know Logan is a year older than me, but girls mature faster than boys. So technically, I’m his big sister.”
I laughed and hugged her. “I won’t tell him you said that.”
She pulled back, wiping her eyes.
I gave her a stern look. “You good?”
Kylie smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“I smell bacon!” Hunter shouted as he thundered down the stairs with a Lemony Snicket novel in his hand. Hot on his heels, Zoey darted into the kitchen dressed in her Little Mermaid pajamas.
Kylie put her hands on her hips. “Looks like we’re gonna need more pancakes.”