I asked Atticus where I could find you. #2
“Yeah?” she cocks a brow, and it’s then I let myself glance–just glance–at where her soft, pink cunt is spread around my cock, sucking me down, drinking me in.
The sight of myself disappearing between those pouty lips makes me clench my ass and abs, desperate to diffuse the quickly mounting pressure in my cock.
Clutching my chest, our eyes lock. “I like that, too.”
I swallow, and she smiles as our eyes come together in a blaze of emotion.
“First, I want you to know I’m on birth control.
” Our eyes hold, and I nod to acknowledge that I’m fine with relying on a pill to keep us two instead of three.
Truth be told, the idea of marrying Delane doesn’t scare me.
Raising kids with her doesn’t scare me, either. In fact, it gets me kind of hard.
She smiles. “I’m going to go slow now until you’re all the way inside me. It’s going to be a little uncomfortable for me but don’t worry, you won’t really hurt me. Okay?” Sweat slides down my neck as I nod wordlessly because now that we’re here–the right way–it’s even harder not to lose control.
“I love you,” I rasp, feeling like if there was ever a corny time to say it, it’s definitely now. But I don’t care.
Maybe that’s who I am now that I’m with her.
I’m the corny guy who’s wound around his girl because he’s so fucking obsessed.
I’m the guy who gives over control of our sex and my cock.
And I like to cook; I don’t mind cleaning, I want to wash her clothes and work on cars together.
I like stroking her hair and hanging with her family, and listening to her talk about smutty audiobooks.
With her, I’m not even a sliver of the man I would’ve been had I stayed.
With her, I’m the mix of soft and hard that I want to be. I don’t have to “work the land” and pin my woman to the mattress to put babies into her to be a man.
I’m my own man, and it’s perfect for me because I have her.
That’s really how I know it’s all been worth it. The loss, the confusion, the heartache, the journey. Because we complete each other and again, as corny as that sounds, I wholeheartedly believe it.
“I love you too,” she replies though as she does, she sinks deeper onto my cock, our playful natures dissipating with each inch. Her breath hitching with every inch she takes.
“Oh my god,” I rasp, straining my head forward to peer down at where I am all the way inside of her.
Her open pussy is pressed to my groin, spread wide to hold me inside her.
“This feels so good,” I comment, my voice broken, pulse skyrocketing.
Then I realize Delane’s nose is wrinkled, sweat is beading along her brows, and her hands are curled into my chest like she’s holding on for dear life .
My hands, which had rested idly on her hips, skate over the swells and valleys of her edges, coming to her face. Pulling her down, I love the way my cock bends inside of her as we share a long, wet kiss with her on top of me.
Grabbing some of her curls as I hold her face, I bring the tips of our noses together. “Does it hurt?”
She nods, kissing me again, this time sliding her tongue over mine, rolling them together with a moan. Then she’s back to riding, her hands clinging to my bare chest like reins.
“I’ll adjust,” she breathes, eyelids fluttering closed as she lifts herself up on my cock to nearly hollow.
She hovers there a minute, quads trembling with fatigue as she maintains the position, only allowing more of my body into hers every few seconds.
Finally, again, I’m all the way inside of her, and the last thing I see before I slam my eyes closed is the look of heaven on her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I groan, letting my hands melt over her body, exploring her hips, letting the nubbed tips of her nipples graze my palms as I take in handfuls of her.
“Open your eyes,” she moans gingerly as her hips sway over mine, fucking me slow and soft, taking her time with us the way I’d always hoped she would.
The she wasn’t always her. In recent years it had become her.
When I closed my eyes and tugged my balls while stroking my shaft, emptied myself all over the shower wall, and woke up with a mess in the sheets after a particularly warm dream—all of that had been her .
Fantasies and memories had fused together in my brain to bring me some of the most spine-twisting, soul-wrenching orgasms I’d ever had.
I’d always wondered if we were actually together… What would our first time be like?
“I pictured this, just this way.” I let my admission slip free, feeling security beneath her, the setting sun lowering a veil of isolation around us. “The first time I saw it just like this.”
She stops riding to find my lips; our mouths temporarily lost to her barrage of curls and our mixing sweat. She pushes back to her seated position, riding me in quicker, shorter bursts than before.
“Does it feel good, or is it too sore?” I ask, not only because I want to know but also because focusing on anything other than the orgasm snaking its way through my veins right now is a smart idea.
I’m barely holding on.
When her lithe fingers fall to her clit, and she begins to stroke, taking one of her plump little breasts into her other palm, I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes,” she whispers the moment they’re shut. I do as she says because that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. “Watch us cum together.”
I nod and sink my fingers into her hips and get lost in the erotic swaying of her over me, of me inside of her, of us together.
Knocking her hand away from her clit, I replace it with my thumb and make wide circles, groaning at just how soaked she is. “Like this?” I ask because I want her to cum. I want us to cum together so fucking bad.
She nods, letting her head fall back as she rides, looking like the most perfect, beautiful woman who has ever existed, seriously. Sweat swims down the valley between her breasts, glissading down her bare belly and our joined bodies. Everything about this moment is so fucking beautiful and perfect.
Picking up speed, she rides faster as the ends of her curls turn my thighs to gooseflesh with their subtle grazing. My thumb strokes her wet clit as my cock swells and torques inside, going where she goes, it’s toe-curling pleasure .
“Laney,” I pant, feeling my orgasm encircle me, no longer patiently waiting but rather being called to play.
“You ready, baby?” she asks, and that’s it. Those three words break me, flashes of white sound silently around my brain, and my jaw splits apart as my mouth hangs open. “Rub me fast, rub me fast,” she mewls as her hips come to a slow grind above me.
I rub her clit hard as I manage to croak her name one more time. “Laney.”
Then my body catches up with my brain, all the rest of me exploding in long, hot bursts. “I’m–” My cock erupts–like it has so many times before. But emptying myself inside of Delane feels so fucking different.
“Oh, Miller, yes, baby, yes, yes, yes. ”
I cum in aggressive, hard shots, and each time I pulse inside her, she tightens around me, cumming in complementary waves, her small little pussy eagerly swallowing me whole.
We go like this, me unloading and groaning and clutching her while she grinds, grabs me, and takes every ounce of my orgasm, using it to wring out her own. When we’re coming down, and her orgasm has faded to trembling bliss, she slides off of me, dropping her head onto my chest.
We lie there in the growing dark, my cock draped over my thigh, Delane's fingertips tracing the soft length tenderly.
Once I’ve caught my breath and got my bearings, with the arm draped around her back, I give her a shake. “How was it?”
She stacks her fists together and rests her chin on top, looking into my eyes. “More than I ever thought sex could be. Especially for the first time.”
Instinctually my hand falls to my sternum where I have the overwhelming need to stroke my chest and make those words stick because aside from knowing she loves me, knowing that having sex with me is already exceeding all her expectations? That’s something I want to remember; I know that much.
“I think I should get cleaned up, though,” she whispers before planting a kiss on my lips, then sitting up. I do the same, sitting up as I turn the bedside light on. We blink a few times as we adjust to the warm lamp, and my chest hurts when I get a full view. Everything behind my ribs just aches.
The best ache.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I murmur, getting lost at the sight of her scooping her hair up, wrapping an elastic around the curls. She leans over me, leaving a kiss on my lips before I ask, “You’ll be my girlfriend, won't you?”
Her smile is shy and all kinds of gorgeous. “I guess I will.”
She feeds her fingers through my stubble and crashes our mouths together, and after a minute of passionate kissing, I slide out from under her, casting her a wink with a promise I’ll return. And when I do, I come with a warm, damp towel and a dry fresh one.
“Lie back,” I rasp, and without argument, she does.
Nestling myself between her thighs, I take the wet towel and smooth through her lips, spreading her open tenderly.
A moment of delicate touching and wiping passes and my cum begins to slip out of her in lazy, thick streams. My careful wiping ceases as I watch much of my orgasm leave her body, creating a white puddle beneath her before disappearing into my bed.
I look up at her, feeling embarrassed to see her watching me. “It’s just…” I look back to her open sex on display, tracing the pink and exhausted parts of her that only I’ve had. “Incredible, really.” I look down again then back up to her, noting the pink shade. “Are you hurting? ”
She smiles. “Maybe a little but in other ways, I feel better than ever.”
I wipe her again and take her hand, lifting her to a sitting position with a tug. When we stand, I wrap the clean towel around her so she doesn’t have to walk awkwardly naked to the bathroom.
“Wanna take a shower?” she asks, nodding as we walk.
I nod. “Can I wash your hair?”
She grins and pulls the curtain back. “You better.”
After a shower where washing Delane’s hair turned into her giving me head–which somehow lasted even longer than the sex–I brought the washcloth to her inner thighs and carefully wiped away traces of her ravaged virginity.
I wrapped her hair in one towel and her body in another when we got out, and because she hadn’t brought a bag, I dressed her in a pair of my sweats, a henley, and warm wool socks.
I put her on the counter while she read through The Mechanic’s Bible, asking me questions here and there as she flipped through.
I made us French toast and eggs; we ate at my table while I stroked my foot up her calf.
When we made it back to my bed, she held me by the ears and guided me to give her an orgasm with my tongue, which had me cumming into the mattress, too.
We cleaned up, and she’d fallen asleep curled into me, and it was the absolute best way to fall asleep.
Only, I can’t fall asleep.
So much has transpired tonight that all the nerves, excitement, hope, and heartache had come together to make some sort of unstoppable adrenaline rush.
As much as I love lying with her in my bed, I slip out, toeing down the hall. Then I take my usual seat.
Sitting in front of a blank piece of paper, pen in the balance.
Dear Dad,
I was right about the woman I fell in love with. She’s everything I knew her to be and more. And as much disappointment as I have brought you, I did something right in this life. I must have because she loves me back.
The woman I love has fallen in love with me too. You read that right.
I think I’m about to start my life now. It’s unlikely that I’ll make room for these letters as my life progresses, and that's how it has to be.
If you ever wonder where I am or how I’m doing or what I’m up to, just know that I’m living my life with the only one I was ever meant to be with. And that I’m happy. And good.
Take care.
Your Son,
Miller
I fold the bottom into the middle and the top over the middle, slide it inside a crisp envelope and add it to the stack existing in the box. Then, feeling a lot better, I join the woman I adore and fall asleep.