"My brothers," she says softly, shaking your head.
"Do we have to talk about them tonight?" I ask her, "because, baby, I know we have a lot of shit to work through. A lot of people will need to get on our side. But before all that, can't we just spend one night alone, lost in our own reality?”
“Like before?" she asks.
"Yeah, baby, like before."
"Do you know how many nights I wished you were in bed with me?" she asks me, running her hands through my hair. "Do you know how many mornings I woke up with an ache inside of me that I knew no one could fix, that I certainly couldn't fix dreaming of you?"
"How many?" I ask, my voice shallow, low.
"Every morning," she says, "and I'd try to fix things to set my body straight. But it was useless."
My cock twitches. "When you tell me you tried to set things straight, just how exactly did you try?" I ask her. She pushes up the skirt she's wearing over her hips and she teases down her panties. She lies back, her knees spread wide, and she begins to touch herself. I'm right there at the edge of the bed, a perfect view. "Fuck, baby," I groan as I take in her sweet pink cunt, how wet it is, how juicy and ripe. Ready for me, and damn, I’m ready for her.
She runs her fingers over herself. "I'd do this," she tells me. She moves her fingers more quickly, spreading her lips and teasing her clit, her finger plunging into her core. "I'd try but I could never quite make it happen. I couldn't come the way you made me come, Maker."
I grunt, leaning over her. "Do you want me to make you come right now?" I ask.
She nods. "Please," she asks, her voice a whimper, "make me come. I'm so hot for you."
"Fuck, baby," I say leaning down and kissing her again. "But I don't want you in these clothes when I fuck your cunt, when I finger you hard the way you deserve. I want you naked, bare, your titties bouncing, your ass mine for the taking. Do you understand me?"
She nods slowly. "I understand you," she says.
I pull off her skirt and she tosses away her top, unhooks her bra. I strip down to nothing, my thick cock heavy between my legs.
And she licks her lips as she takes me in. "I missed you," she moans.
I shove her knees apart with a deeper need than before, hungry for her in a more primal way.
"Take me," she tells me, "please, because I don't know…"
"Shhhh,” I tell her, "don't talk about the future. Let's live in the moment right here, right now."
She does as I ask and I spread those creamy thighs. She seems to have a bit more curve than she did before and I like it, how big tits are, nice and lush. And I drop my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue up and down her sweetness, licking her up the way she deserves, the way she needs. Her cunt so tight, her hole so juicy, and she moans in pleasure as I kiss her, lick her, as I use my fingers to dip deep inside her core, finger fucking her the way she deserves.
"You like that, baby?" I ask, looking up at her, my other hand on her tits, teasing her nipples. They're hard, her tits so damn full. She looks like a goddess here before me, naked and mine. My cock is rigid as steel, desperate to sink deep inside her hole. But first, I need to make her come. I need to watch her back arch and her eyes close, her body shudder as I get her off. I finger her harder, with intention, two fingers then three, and she's doing more than crying out. She's screaming my name.
"Oh, Maker! Yes, yes!" she begs. "Make me come.” I won't let her down.
She rides my hand the way I knew she needed, her ass on the edge of the bed, her juice rolling down her thighs onto my bedspread. And I grin, loving this sight.
"God, I want to fuck you," I tell her.
"Then do it," she says. "Don't make me wait."
I dip my mouth back to her cunt, sucking it hard as she rolls with pleasure, head to toe, the orgasm rocking her world the same way she's rocked mine.
And then I slap her ass and I tell her to get on all fours.
Panting, she does as she's told. She rolls over for me like a good girl and I run my hands over her back, squeezing her ass, getting her nice and ready for my cock.
Marley
We've only spent one night in one another's arms, but when Maker and I move together, naked and alone, it's like we've spent our whole lives together. I close my eyes, not wanting to voice my deepest feelings, my deepest desires. I want a life with Maker. I think about the baby in my belly. I want to tell him all about it, but also, I don't because I don't want Maker to choose me just because I'm having his child. I want him to choose me because he sees a life with me, because he sees a way forward, because he believes in love, our love.
So, I don't say a thing.
Not now.
Instead, I move on all fours the way he tells me, and I feel him run his hand over my slick pussy. His cock is hard and firm sliding into my cunt, and I brace myself. My hands pull at the blanket beneath me as he begins to fill me up. My tits bounce as he moves against me, his hands on my hips. I drop my head, moaning as he moves deeper inside of
