Chapter Nine
TRAVIS
W hat was I thinking? I knew what I was feeling, but that doesn’t mean I should have kissed her the way that I did. Idiot. Twisting the throttle, I’m sucked back into the saddle, the wind whipping my face like a harsh wake up call.
My conscience is raging at me, my body buzzing from the pull of my bike and the newfound pull in my chest. She wouldn’t even look at me whilst I stood and watched her leave. She couldn’t. I know that. But she didn’t fight me. Never even attempted to challenge me for being a complete and utter wanker. “You blew it,” I mutter to myself, squeezing my grip on the bars, pulling the right one back further.
I’m burning miles, not really sure where I’m headed. Blank. Drawing no clue—for the first time in my life—as to what I’m supposed to do next. Ignore it? Ignore her? I could definitely avoid the farm like I have done before. But ignore the way kissing her lit up my soul?
Impossible.
I despise myself for thinking that. Hate the way these new feelings stir inside me. And she’s the one who’s causing them. She may have kissed me back, but I don’t know if she feels the same way. The woman literally makes me want to rip her head off. And at the same time, I want to be someone I don’t know I’m capable of being with her.
Fuck.
I try to squash my admission, recklessly taking a bend way too fucking fast. My arms jerk trying to steady the machine underneath me, a small part of me wishing I could just keep riding. Keep going, find somewhere new to settle .
Then I remember my responsibilities.
What if she went with me?
Stop. The devil on my shoulder taunts me. Or maybe it’s the angel? The good part of me, if such a thing exists, wanting me to do what my uncle said. Aim for more .
Is she it?
No. Even if she was. I have nothing going for me, nothing to offer her.
On that note, I turn the throttle even harder.
I don’t even know what fucking time it is when I rock up at the clubhouse. Judging by the looks on a few of the guys’ faces, I’ve been gone too long. “Tried calling you,” Rocco says, stepping closer to me, telling me what I already know.
I’ve barely made it five steps inside the building. “Needed to clear my head.” I go to take my phone out.
“From what? We’ve got a lot on, brother. Need your head in this.”
His lip curls, and I hold his stare, my hand stopping before retrieving my phone. Stalemate. I don’t like his tone. And I don’t appreciate the ambush as soon as I walk in. Fuck’s sake.
“How’s Blackjack?” Dean asks, breaking the moment, moving toward us. He must sense the fucking mood I’m once again in.
I look at him, and he widens his eyes for only me to see. “Uh, yeah, fine?” I play along, shaking my head mildly, looking back at Rocco. “Fine now,” I add, making it look like I’ve been busy elsewhere. I have. But being at war with myself doesn’t warrant a good enough excuse to ignore the club, though. We’ve got a big weekend ahead of us. Can’t have any fuckups.
“Need you two to call Sparky, have him meet you later. He’s been there before. Be good to take him to do the reccy before Saturday.”
I nod, and Dean does too. Fucking Sparky. Guy’s got a job to do this weekend. Still, tonight will be good for me. A distraction.
“Good.” He turns and walks to Dennis who’s sat at a table, his head down looking at some paperwork.
“Thanks.” I don’t say anymore. Don’t have to.
“Mick called. Said he’s been trying to get hold of you?”
Pulling out my battered phone, I can see why he couldn’t. The screen is cracked, the thing completely broken. “Fuck. ”
“What happened?” Dean asks.
I messed up. “I fell.”
He squints at me. “You fell? ”
Pulling at the back of my neck, I look down at my feet. “Yeah. I fell. What’s wrong with Blackjack?”
Dean shrugs. “Mick called an hour ago, said it wasn’t going well.”
Damn. I should go back and help. But Mollie’s there. She can help him. Between them, they’ll be able to handle it. I show up and I’ll make it worse. Again. No, best if I stay here. “I need a drink.”
Unsure, Dean sighs. “You don’t want to go?”
I shake my head. “No point now.”
He doesn’t question me when I brush past him, making my way to the bar. I’m all too aware that no amount of alcohol can make me forget these new feelings. What I really need is a fucking reality check. What I did today was nothing short of stupid. My responsibilities lie here with the club, not kissing Mollie. I made whatever’s between us ten thousand times more complicated than it needed to be.
Don’t fuck this up.
Too late.
Dean slaps my back, joining me, saving me from my head.
I can’t say I pay much attention to what’s being said around me. I manage to nod when needed and do a good job of making it look like I’m listening. But I’m not. There’s too much invading my mind. Too much of her .
Hitting the Scotch, I feel my unrecognisable nerves settle, the torment subsiding briefly. “What about you, Trav?”
I don’t instantly recognise I’m being spoken to. “What?” I ask, lifting my glass to my lips, taking a small sip, the liquid swilling in my mouth before I swallow.
“This weekend, brother. You ready for it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I snap, talking as though they’ve been able to hear my thoughts all this time.
“You seem, distracted.”
I look up at Skitz, slowly lowering my glass to the table, my stare on him bordering on feral in a heartbeat. “Distracted? What have I got to be distracted by?”
Mollie .
He lifts his palms to the ceiling. “You tell us. It’s obvious your head’s all over the place.”
“Like yours?” I hiss, the alcohol fuelling the fight in me. Last thing I need to do is be challenging one of my brothers. But fuck me, if I can release some of this tension, then that’s what I’ll do.
Skitz’s laugh is sardonic, his gaze on me completely unwavering as he waits for me to take the bait. “At least I’m comfortable with who I am.”
The fuck?
“Skitz,” Dennis pacifies.
Comfortable with who I am? “No, fucking let the nut job say his piece, Den.”
“Nut job?” Skitz laughs again, this time turning his body toward me.
A few guys adjust their stances. Ready.
“Says the man too scared to step away from the security of his uncle.”
Knocking Dennis out of the way, I grab Skitz by his leather, pulling his face to mine. Younger in age, but stronger and twice his size, he doesn’t stand a chance against me. He looks me directly in the eye. “You think I’m scared to leave Mick’s?”
His eyes shoot across my face. “Terrified.”
My fist pounds his cheek before he sees it coming.
Skitz falls back, my blow knocking his eyes into the back of his head.
I’m grabbed from behind, being held back as the others put their bodies between me and him. “Knock it off!” Rocco’s order echoes around us, doing nothing to my vibrating body.
I try to fight off whoever’s holding me, twisting my arms to find freedom. I get it, thrusting my arms up before yanking them down. Spinning around, I look deep into Dean’s eyes, seeing it was him holding me.
Both of us huff, eyes locked, my head fucking ringing. Hearing the door swing open, both our heads then turn and I’m paralysed.
It takes a moment, but the brunette finds my eyes, looking directly at me. Her hands fall to her sides. She can't move either. Frozen. Waiting. Her chest rising like she ran here.
Dean double takes, looking between us both.
“What’s she doing back here?”
“She works for Mick,” Dean tells Rocco, taking a step toward her.
I take a breath in an attempt to calm myself, my hand stopping him, knowing I have to go. What the fuck is she doing here? With each step I take, the red fog dispels and her breathing quickens. It’s only when I come face to face with her I realise something’s wrong. “Mollie?” I say, ignoring the sweet smell of her.
She swallows, composing herself. “We need you.” Her eyes plead.
“What’s wrong?”
“Blackjack. Something’s wrong. Mick tried calling—”
“—my phone’s dead,” I interrupt her, sensing the urgency in her voice. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair dishevelled. She looks beautiful. But if she’s come here, to fetch me , it must be bad. I should have called Mick once I found out he’d tried getting hold of me. Selfish. “Come on.” I spin her, my hand instinctively placing at the small of her back as she turns. I take one step. “Fuck.” My feet stop.
Mollie looks over her shoulder at me, stopping abruptly.
“I shouldn’t ride,” I tell her honestly.
Her lips pull, and my eyes fall to them. “I’ll drive us,” she says almost sadly.
I nod then follow her, stopping at the door to look back at the men. Given everything that just happened, it feels like a betrayal going with her. But what choice do I have? She needs me.
Skitz is only just getting to his feet, Dennis and Mop helping him.
“Go. I’ll call you later,” Rocco tells me calmly, but I can tell he’s anything but. How the fuck am I supposed to pacify him and handle this situation with Mollie? One thing at a time.
Without a word, I leave, able to smell her scent in the air as I make my way to her shitty car. I wait for Mollie to get in first, then I do the same, lowering my large frame into it. It isn’t comfortable, and neither is the journey back to Mick’s. It’s quiet. The small space crammed with a million things that need to be said.
As if reading my mind, she goes to speak when I do, and we both stop, confused, unable to say anything of worth.
She knows.
I know.
Even the fucking car knows.
The tension is palpable, making me shift in my seat. That, and my head has to cock slightly to one side so that I fit. I look at her out the corner of my eye.
She’s facing forward, eyes fixed on the road ahead. She doesn’t look at me, but her fingers tighten around the wheel, her knuckles whitening. She knows I’m looking at her. Can feel my eyes burning into the side of her head. “We’re here,” she says muffled, clearly feeling the pressure.
I look up the track, my eyes forward as she pulls up. The vet’s car is here too. This can’t be good.
Hearing Mollie sniff, I don’t get a chance to ask her if she’s okay. Her door is open, and I scramble to follow, hot on her heels, seeing the scene of utter carnage before me as we make it to the stable.
Mick looks up. “Where the fuck have you been?” His voice is shrill, his anger evident.
I don’t attempt to retaliate or make things worse when he marches towards me. I can see what’s happened. Can see his anger is instead coming from a place of sadness.
Mollie’s hand raises to her mouth, her eyes closing shut when she sees Blackjack.
Fuck. I don’t like it. This isn’t the woman I’ve come to know in recent weeks. She’s a warrior. Feisty. Full of confidence. But now? She looks broken. “What can I do?” I ask Mick gently, my eyes still firmly on Mollie.
Mick’s fist hits my chest. It’s then I notice Janette knelt by the side of the horse my uncle loves most. Unmoving. Her foal awake, standing by her side. “Help me clear this up.”
Dipping my chin, I move to my aunt, hooking my arms under her, helping her to her feet. “Go back to the house. Take Mollie with you.”
She grips me, sobbing into my chest, her arms holding me tightly.
Mollie watches us, her eyes swelling with her own emotion. She wouldn’t have known what to do in the heat of the moment. I should have been here.
An hour later, Janette and Mick take Blackjack’s body to be cremated. I look down at my hands covered in blood and dirt from the clean-up. Such a mess. Having switched my SIM to a spare phone, thank God I got lucky and managed to find a foster mare at short notice.
Opening the door to the house, I immediately hear the shower running upstairs. I close the door behind me, kick off my dirty boots, then head to the sink, scrubbing my hands until they’re clean .
I fill the kettle, grabbing two mugs, wondering if I should actually pour something stronger. She’s going to need it. The first time you lose something you grow attached to, the pain lingers and eats away at you in unimaginable ways. I doubt she’s ever experienced anything like it.
The shower turns off and the sound of her feet moving around tells me she’s finished.
I slowly make my way up to her, taking my time so as not to scare her.
“Mick?” she shouts, obviously hearing me.
“It’s me.” I stop at the top of the stairs. Waiting.
The bathroom door slowly opens a fraction, and she peers around it, her hair wet, her hand held to her chest holding the towel around her.
“I made you a cup of tea.”
She smiles weakly, looking at the mug in my hand.
“Wasn’t sure if you wanted something stronger.”
Mollie opens the door slowly, and I struggle not to let my eyes drift up her long legs as she takes small steps towards me. I see every curve. Every movement her slim body makes. She clutches the towel which stops just above her knees, tighter, stopping in front of me. Shit. She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
I blink. Swallow.
“My tea?” she questions, seeing me freeze.
I shake myself from the trance she’s put me in. But I can feel it deep inside. The pull. The need. “Uh, yeah, here.” I lift my hand, holding it out for her to take.
When she does, the tips of her fingers graze mine, and we both look down.
There it is again. The spark. The fire under my skin whenever she touches me. My heart collides with the inside of my chest, my breathing quickening even though I try to hide it from her.
Mollie clearly inhales, her breasts pushing up from underneath the towel. She feels it. “I messed up today.” She sobs, her emotions brimming, and my eyes quickly widen at her admission. There’s her hurt. The pain from earlier sitting so clearly on the surface. I hate it. Hate it so much, I’m almost angry that she’s letting it taint her beautiful face.
Her hand lifts to cover her eyes, but I catch her wrist in time, watching her as her tears fall .
She studies me, probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing as she weeps before me.
I wish I knew. I really wish I knew.
All I know is that I want to be the one to take away her pain.
Quickly letting go of her and placing the mug down on the table at the top of the landing, I turn back to her, my body standing tall in front of hers.
Cautious eyes meet mine, and time freezes, stilling the moment. I wish it would still the heavy way my chest rises and falls. We both know what’s about to happen. At least, I think we do. After letting her leave after our kiss, I don’t deserve anymore of her time. Let alone deserve more of her.
Lifting my hand, I wipe away her tears one after the other, the pad of my thumb gently stroking under each of her eyes. She lets me. Our eyes focused on each other the whole time I move. “That’s better, baby,” I say gently.
A soft noise leaves her. A gentle moan pushing past her lips.
I can’t help myself when I hear it. Trailing my hand down one side of her face, I keep going, slipping further south until I meet the middle of her chest where the towel is tied. She’s still watching me. Still breathing heavy.
I could so easily pull her to where I want her. “Should I stop?” Every part of me hopes she says no because I honestly don’t know if I can. My want, my need, it intensifies with every second she remains silent, simply staring at me.
Mollie doesn’t reply. Instead, taking a closing step toward me, she gives me the answer I need.
A low moan rumbles in my chest, and I don’t miss the way my dick hardens when she looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck. She’ll be the death of me.
Pulling with steady fingers, I untie the towel, letting it slip down her body to the floor. It pools around her feet, and she stuns me, confidently standing naked before me, never even batting an eyelid as my breath rains down on her. It’s like being in this position is empowering her. It’s not a challenge. Rather, confidence.
This fucking woman.
I’m so turned on. How I manage to resist the urge to grab her and have my way with her is ridiculous. She’s formidable. Unlike any woman I’ve met before. I’m going to savour every single second that I can with her.
Her small hands rest on my hips, her breasts pushing against my chest. The smell of her shampoo hits my nose and I breathe in, closing my eyes momentarily. It’s my undoing. I reach down, unable to keep my greedy hands off her, grabbing her under her thighs and lifting her up so that her bare legs wrap around me.
Jesus.
Hearing a whoosh of air escape her, her hand cups my face, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she looks down to me. The simple act makes me hard. “Will you be with me in the chaos?” she asks tentatively, making sure I’m right here with her. I am.
She holds my gaze before I dip my chin, giving her a subtle nod.
She leans down, her soft lips brushing against my ear. “Then take me with you.”
I growl. The low rumble reverberating through my chest.
Her lips gently push to mine, and her eyes close as she gives herself over to me. Freely. This woman has done nothing but puncture every drop of resolve I carry. Whenever she’s close, I lose the ability to think straight. At the same time, breathing the same air as her, being in her presence, having her in my hold, I feel nothing but the ability to be who I truly want to be.
She's giving me a freedom I’ve never tasted before.
Standing straighter, my head falls back as her tongue slips between my lips. I hold her tight, searching the inside of her mouth like a man starved.
I’ve had first kisses, but none of them have consumed me or made me want more of a person than they have now. My guess is she’s the same, because I open my eyes, only to find she’s watching me. Watching us kiss. It’s electrifying. Every part of my body lights up ready to give in to the thing I now crave the most.
She clings to me. Comfortable. Happy to let me hold her.
“Mollie?” I say softly, one hand scrunching in the back of her hair. I feel her tighten, and I search her sparkling stare, seeing her eyes light up in a way I haven’t seen before. “I’m not going to be able to stop. I’ll make you mine, and once I do, that’s it for you.”
She doesn’t answer my honest warning. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t know what to say. Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m claiming her. Letting her know if she says yes to this—says yes to me, then that’s it. She’s mine and no one else’s.
Tightening her legs around me, my hand slides to the back of her neck, my gaze finding hers once more. Taking a desperate breath, I pull her closer to me, claiming her lips, waiting for her to reject me.
Instead, she deflates. Happy. Accepting.
Then I’m hungry. And we’re gone. Both so lost in each other, our teeth clattering, our hands seeking.
Is she trying to break me?
She constricts around me as I hold her naked body, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her behind.
Kicking her bedroom door open behind me, I turn us, marching us into her room until I’m standing at the end of her bed. Our kiss never breaks. Not even as I lay her down gently, my elbows resting on the mattress, I keep my lips on hers. Then I lift her arms above her head one by one, my body nestling between her now parted legs.
Mine.
Will she challenge me taking control? Or will she let me take the lead? Let me worship every inch of her beautiful body the way it’s meant to be worshiped.
Eye to eye. Face to face. Lips on lips. I see something other than lust looking back at me as our kiss begins to slow. It makes me jolt, feeling unearthed, my chest pounding.
Jesus.
“Travis?” Mollie whispers, searching my face whilst trying to move hers away to see me better.
I look down at her, unable to say a fucking word. Things are suddenly upside down and I don’t know what the fuck is happening. Usually charged like live wires around each other, now we’re slow. Steady. I might not know what’s truly going on, but I know this is what I want. I know I can show her how I feel, even if my words won’t allow it.
Pimpled by the coldness of the house, her nipples stand straight, her damp hair not helping as it lays across one of her breasts. A small trail of water trickles down one side of her boob, making my tongue buzz in anticipation of getting my very own taste.
Sliding my finger over her chest, I move her hair out the way, slowly lowering my lips and licking the water, before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“Travis,” she moans .
My tongue delicately licks over the bud, rolling it forward and backward between my lips, giving her more.
Mollie repeats my name, her back now bowing off the mattress. My slow movements seemingly turning her on with little effort.
I’m gentle with her body. Completely in awe of how much I affect her with such simple touches. I know I can pleasure a woman, show her a good time. But this? This is different. This is… this is desire without urgency. Loving without hurting. Giving pleasure without simply taking it. This is taking my time and savouring the moment as opposed to a quick fuck and being detached.
Wait.
Loving?
Her eyes roll to the back of her head when I release her nipple, then drag my hand down the centre of her chest between her breasts, moving steadily. I take my time, wanting her to feel every moment of every touch. I stop when I feel the small strip of hair between her legs.
Mollie looks at me. Waiting.
Slipping a finger between her folds, I feel how wet she is. For me. I suck in air, the warmth of her pussy beckoning me. My eyes never leave hers as I push two fingers inside her, watching as her lips subtly part, her legs underneath me, tightening. Her walls shudder when I curl my fingers, finding the sweet spot inside her.
Eyes closed again, her head to one side, Mollie bites her bottom lip, her hips rolling with each one of my movements.
I push deeper, pressing my thumb down on her clit when I do.
Her body jerks and she loses her breath. “Shit,” she whispers, building already. I can feel her body tightening. Can see the blissful look of satisfaction on her face.
I give her a few more rolls of my fingers before I stop, pull out and stand to my feet at the end of the bed. When I look down, the sight before me is something I will never forget. Legs parted, her pussy soaked with her arousal, arms above her head. I feel my whole existence grind to a deafening halt.
Mollie rolls her head to look at me. “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t move. Doesn’t try to cover herself as I stand, gawping like a moron.
Nothing. And yet, everything. “You’re perfect, baby.” How will I ever be good enough for her? What I do. Who I am. I’ve never questioned it before. Never had to. But now?
“Do you want to stop?”
A small, surprised laugh leaves me. She thinks I want to stop this? Never . “I just want all of you,” I tell her honestly.
And as if I didn’t know it already, she shows me what I’ve been missing my entire life. Her head slowly cocks to one side, those teeth sinking into her lips once again, making my dick uncomfortably hard behind my jeans. “Then take me.”
Fucking. Hell.
“You’re giving me a lot of power when you’re usually so keen to challenge me, baby.”
She smiles, taking her time before she answers. “I challenge you because you make me feel like I can.” Her voice is quiet. Calm. Honest.
That’s what it is. Honesty and trust. Trust that we’re both in this. Both together. Not alone.
Sinking to my knees, my rough hands glide from her knees, down her parted legs to either side of her pussy. I dust a thumb over her entrance, finding her still soaked. I lower my head, then slowly trail my tongue until I’m sucking her clit into my mouth.
Fuck. She tastes like heaven. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.
When she arches her back like a woman possessed, I stop, looking up at her.
“Don’t…”
She can’t tell me not to stop. I smile, enjoying her desperation. Lowering my head again, this time I go slower, the low groan of urgency that comes out of her a clear sign that once again it hasn’t taken long for her to be close to ecstasy.
Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. I keep the same rhythm, repeating it over and over. Then I add two fingers and feel her stiffen. Feel the steady pulses of her walls gripping me as she comes. The waves of pleasure rolling over her again and again.
“Fuck!” She grips the sheets, her chin raised high. Only when I feel her loosen and her body start to tremble, do I slowly withdraw my fingers. I rise, kissing my way from her hip to her stomach, cupping each of her breasts in my hands. I show both of them an equal amount of attention before my lips are on her mouth, and our tongues are dancing.
Mollie’s hands thread into my hair, pulling me closer. “Travis,” she whispers, and I know she wants more. I can hear the neediness of her voice.
Standing straight, I take off my cut, tossing it to the floor. I start undoing my shirt, and Mollie pushes herself up so that she’s sitting. She scoots to the edge of the bed, watching me closely. Instinctively, her gentle hands start undoing my belt, helping me undress. She soon has my cock in her grasp. Then she looks up, keeping her dark eyes—that I see everywhere I go, on me as she parts her lips and swallows me to the back of her throat. Whole. Fuck .
My balls tighten. I need to stop her before I blow my load and ruin everything. “Jesus, Mollie.” I throw my head back, enjoying the delicious rolls of her tongue. A few more of them and I’m going to come.
She pulls her head back then repeats the motion, the tip of my dick touching her tonsils.
Grabbing the nape of her neck, I hold her still. “Don’t move.” I can’t handle the fucking beauty of her. Lips wrapped around me, her saliva starting to pool in the corner of her mouth. Oh, we’re going to have fun with this. But now isn’t the time. I need to be inside her.
Pulling back somewhat regrettably, my cock twitches at the loss of her hot lips.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong?” I pant, smiling, desperately willing my dick not to explode. “Jesus, no.”
Mollie grins. Satisfied.
My hand on her neck slides to the front of her throat. Again, the way she lets me hold her, tells me we’re in for some fun. For now, I need to take my time. “Lie down,” I instruct, gently pushing her, my palm sliding down her front until she’s flat.
Back against the bed, her legs widen, giving me another full show. Perfection.
I remove my shirt and t-shirt, making light work of joining her, completely stark bollock naked once I’m out of my jeans and pants.
Her breath hitches, and those God damn teeth make light work of her lip.
“Baby. Do you know what you do to me when you do that?”
“Sorry,” she smiles, still fucking nibbling.
Remembering the condom I have in my pocket, I reach down, grab it from my jeans, tear it open with my mouth and put it on. I climb over her, pulling her up the bed with me, my front pressing to Mollie’s. My elbows rest either side of her head and my dick effortlessly glides inside her.
Heaven. Pure, sweet heaven.
Pushing my hips gently, I roll all the way into her, not stopping until she’s full. “Okay?” I ask when her eyes close.
She hums, unable to talk.
My hips begin to rock back and forth, enjoying the way her pussy feels, each movement caressing my dick languidly. Each time I push, Mollie’s face searches the bedsheets, her pleasure overriding her. I thrust harder. Watching. Admiring. Worshiping. Suddenly needing to find my release.
Her body shivers and shakes as I start to drive home, quickening my pace, giving her more whilst taking what I need. “Fuck,” I hiss.
Mollie’s legs wrap around my waist, the angle immediately more intense.
I take one, steadying breath, then I pound into her pussy, making her scream.
“Travis!” She’s wild with need. Wild with want.
I do it again.
“Oh, fuck!” Her body breaks out in goosebumps, each one awakened by her oncoming orgasm. Her hands fist the sheets by her head. Her wild eyes open to find me.
“I’m here, baby.”
And our eyes meet. The explosion of our connection is instant. “Are you ready?”
I already know she is. I can feel her body clamping down. “Yes,” she chokes, and the noise sends ripples of liquid fire to race up my spine.
Pushing up, I take both her wrists, lifting them above her head. I hold them down with one hand, the other sliding under her back, raising her hips into me. I’m so fucking deep, and she’s taking all of me.
Mollie moans, her back arching, her body beginning to vibrate wildly.
Lifting onto my knees, I sit on my haunches to anchor myself before I slowly grind my body into hers. The sensation leaves me suffocating, literally grasping for any inch of air I can find. I’m coming, hard, and with another roll of my hips, Mollie finds her release too, her body tight with tension, slowing letting go.
Fuck. I never saw this coming. For the first time in a long time, I think I’m fucking happy.