37. Kelsey
Kelsey
I straddled Sam’s hips, his massive cock gripped in my fist as I contemplated how I was supposed to take him inside my body. Should I go slow? Should I allow my body to stretch or take him fast to get it over with?
“Kelsey, I can see your brain whirling every time your eyes dart down to my cock. I promise it will fit. Take it slow, at your own pace.”
I met his eyes, “Ok, slow,” and rubbed the head of his cock on my clit before I notched him at my entrance and slowly sank onto him. He groaned as he stretched me. A slight soreness blossomed that I quickly forgot as my body opened to accept him.
“Oh, my God.”
Sam’s hands gripped my thighs, and his entire body shook, his head thrown back as he held back. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Do you want me to move?” I whispered as I nipped his ear lobe and teased him with short rocks as I worked to find a rhythm that worked for both of us.
“I want what you need.”
“Gosh, Sam, you’re close, aren’t you? You’ re thinking about something else right now, trying not to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he hissed as I slid almost entirely off his cock and slammed back down on him.
“Don’t do that, Sam; you got to see me coming all over your face. I want to see you lose control.” I continued to alternate between rocking against him, so I could feel his shaft against my clit as I fucked him hard and deep. “And I’m ready for it.”
As soon as I whispered that in his ear, he flipped me on my back, losing his last bit of control as he took me hard and fast. The headboard slammed into the wall behind us, and the pressure in my groin began to build again.
My hands moved restlessly between his muscled back and shoulder and his ass, not able to get enough of him.
“Baby, please. Are you close?”
“Yes, Sam. Fuck. I need you to come.”
“Inside you?”
“Yes, inside me. God, don’t stop.” My orgasm began to build in slow pulses as his pace quickened, his breath harsh against my face.
As soon as I felt his cock pulse, signaling the start of his release, I came so hard around him, milking his cock until we were both spent.
His cock softened and slipped out of me, but he stayed completely still with his forehead pressed on mine.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “Because I don’t think I’m okay.”
I reached up and wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. “This wasn’t just fucking for you.”
“No, it wasn’t. Everything with you is so much more.”
I kissed him deeply, unable to express my feelings in words. Then I looked to the side and noticed a video baby monitor he’d set up so I could watch Crew. The dull thud in my chest turned into a full-on squeeze, and I closed my eyes tight to hold back the tears, only to fail.
He wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes and gave me the time I needed to speak.
“I didn’t expect to meet someone, Sam. I thought I was in this alone.
Since I had Crew, I have watched people with their children, especially fathers.
And they aren’t attentive. They don’t notice what their wives or babies need.
And they are failing with their kids, the ones they wanted.
Here you are, just anticipating that I’d be nervous with Crew in the next room, and you fixed it.
And yes, we just fucked with feelings. A whole lot of feelings are dripping down my face, and I hate crying. I don’t cry.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For letting me inside your head. For trusting me with your son. For following me across the country and taking a chance on me.”
We lay together silently for a few more minutes. “Hey, Sam? I have to clean up and use the bathroom. What side do you sleep on?” I asked.
“I usually sleep on that side,” he said, pointing to the opposite side of the bed.
“Oh.”
“What’s the issue, Kels?”
“I didn’t think you’d make your guest sleep in the wet spot.”
“Go clean up, and I’ll work on the sheets.”