29. I Know My Answer
TWENTY-NINE
I KNOW MY ANSWER
Trey
Fucking hell. A deep groan rumbles from my chest. Her warm heat surrounding my dick is like home. There is no other place I’d rather be.
She inhales a sharp breath as she adjusts to my size. I pull out an inch and thrust back in. As I continue pumping into her, she pushes into me, needing more and I’m here to please.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels so fucking amazing. Gripping me.” My fingers curl around her soft hips as I continue slamming into her. Our skin slaps together, growing louder with each thrust.
“Oh! Yes! Right there. Don’t stop.” Her breathing grows shallower with each pump of my hips.
I continue to drive into her as her pussy clamps down hard on me, sucking me in. “Fuck. Rye.” My hand runs over the soft flesh of her ass. Softly, I tap her creamy skin. She yelps in surprise, but also her pussy clenches around me. “You like that?”
“Yes. Do it again.” She pushes against me with a wiggle and moans.
While I continue thrusting, I slap her ass again, a little harder this time.
“Ah! Yes! Yes!” she chants.
Her pussy pulsates around my dick. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I savor the feeling. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I caress the reddening handprint on her backside.
“Again. Do it again.” She slams back into me.
“My girl likes it dirty. But I want you screaming out my name.” I reach under her, running a finger up her slit. When I reach her clit, I rub small circles over the tight bud alternating the pressure with my thrusts.
“Oh god! Trey! Ah!” Her pussy spasms around my cock. Her knuckles turning white as she grips the headboard.
“That’s a good girl.” My hand smacks down on her ass again, and she moans out my name. I continue to drive deeper and harder with each thrust. Her moans mix with my grunts with each slide of my dick in and out of her.
“Fuck Rylee. Give me one more.”
“I. Can’t.” The words come out in breathy pants.
I plunge into her, rolling my hips to hit her g-spot. Doubling my pace, I pound into her over and over.
“Trey. Don’t stop. I’m almost. There.” Her words are breathy moans.
A second later, her back arches and her pussy clenches around my dick as her orgasm rips through her. Her moans and screams fill the loft. A tingle starts at the base of my spine and shoots directly to my balls.
“Fuck!” A tsunami of ecstasy washes over me as I follow her orgasm with one of my own. My pumps grow shallower and eventually I come to a stop, still inside her. My chest heaves as I work to collect my breath. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
The rise and fall of Rylee’s back eventually evens out. Then she glances over her shoulder, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “You say that every time.”
“That just means you keep setting the bar higher and higher.” I lean forward, being careful to not put too much weight on her and place a kiss to the center of her back. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
I pull out and race to the small table in the corner where a box of tissues sits. The bed dips as I kneel behind her and do the best I can to clean her up. When I’m done, I collect her clothes that I threw on the floor and place them on the bed next to her. She adjusts her bra as I pull up my boxers and pants.
“Now I’ll grab the cooler and make lunch. Unless you’re threatening to touch yourself again.”
She laughs. It’s delicate and sweet. “No. I need a little recovery time after that. Or a lot. I think a nap is in order.”
“Good.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Come down when you’re ready.”
After I get the cooler emptied into the fridge, along with all the other groceries put away in the cupboard, I pull out a bowl and dump a bag of a spring mix lettuce inside. With a knife, I slice chunks of cucumbers and tomatoes and toss them in the bowl.
Rylee strolls down the stairs fully dressed again and with her hair tied up in a messy bun. “Oh yeah. I’m definitely hungry now.” She runs a hand over her belly as she moves to stand next to me.
With tongs, I pile the salad into a bowl and pass it to her. “Take a seat and start with this while I make the sandwiches.”
“I won’t argue with that.” She strolls to the circular pub table and pulls out the stool.
A of couple minutes later, I’m joining her with a salad of my own and two turkey caprese sandwiches.
“Mmm. This is so good,” she mumbles around a mouth full of bread and turkey.
“I remember you saying that with something else in your mouth.” I smirk.
She playfully backhands my arm and swallows down her bite of food. “I’ve never once said that.”
“But you could.” I lift my sandwich to my mouth for a bite. My foot bounces on the foot ring of the stool. Curiosity takes over about the sex earlier. I didn’t expect her to be so responsive to the spanking in a positive way. She’s so strong and independent. I would have thought she’d want to turn the tables and spank me instead. If she’d asked, I would have let her. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.” She nods.
I set my sandwich on the plate. “Even after the… spanking?”
Pink covers her cheeks. “That was a first for me.”
“Did you like it?”
Her lips tip up into a warm smile. “More than I thought I would.”
“How’s your cheek? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” I rub my hand over her thigh and around the back to the top of her ass.
“I think you’re using that as an excuse to rub my ass right now.”
“I mean… It’s a bonus.”
She laughs. “It’s good. It feels good. Is that something you enjoy doing?”
I move my hand back to the top of her leg, my fingers leisurely stroke her inner thigh. “I’ve dabbled. Your ass is perfect so I couldn’t resist. Is that something we can do more often?”
“You better not stop.” She smiles up at me.
After lunch, we take a stroll along the sandy beach. The sheer rock faces rise dramatically from the water's edge surround the bay creating serene waters along the shore. With our hands linked together we soak up the sun and watch as a sailboat floats along the horizon.
I kick at a piece of driftwood. “I told my parents about you and the baby. They’d really like to meet you and Abby.”
“Are we at the meeting the parent’s stage of this friends with benefits relationship?” She peers up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Only if you’re ready. But they will be grandparents to our acorn.”
“True.” She rolls her lips between her teeth. “Okay. Let’s set something up.”
I link my fingers with hers and lift, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. “They’re excited. They’ll love you and Abby. My happiness means the world to them, and you make me happy.”
Her gaze falls to the sand. “Speaking of parents. I told my mother as well. While happiness may not be in her vocabulary, she’s aware and may or may not be there when our acorn is born.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Why’s that?”
Rylee tells me about her mom and the numerous husbands she’s had since her dad left and how it was her mom who convinced her to marry Kyle after she got pregnant. Over the years, her mom hasn’t been supportive of her life decisions. While she’s maintained a relationship with her, it’s been distant.
I halt in my tracks and tug her to me. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and bend down, pressing my lips to hers. “You got me now. And I have no plans on leaving.” At one time, a six-year-old asked if I loved her mom, and I think I know my answer.