Before she is completely free from her release, I’m escaping the confines of my jeans. I make sure to reach for my wallet and snag the stack of condoms I stuffed inside this afternoon. I’m not sure we’ll use all of them but I’d rather be prepared because I most certainly wouldn’t mind spending the night between Elle’s legs repeatedly.
Hovering over her once more, I slant my body over hers and reach behind her sated body to release the clasp of her bra. Expertly it snaps free after my first attempt and I pull the straps down Elle’s arms just as her eyes flicker open.
“You’re sexy as hell when you come, Elle,” I tell her as I tilt my head forward and kiss a path from her shoulder down to the peak of her breast.
Using one of my arms I hold myself up as I taste her skin, circling her nipple with my tongue, and use my other hand to slide the nipple of her other breast between my fingers. Her hand, which had so expertly stroked my cock, now gently trails up and down my forearm. The movement is unhurried as she takes in the pleasure of me tasting her, but it sends waves of desire straight to my erection as if it is a direct wavelength.
“Can I make you come like this, sweet girl? Just with my mouth on your breast?”
I peek up at her as I switch my mouth to her other breast, giving it equal opportunity between my lips, and she nods just as her fingers tighten around my arm, her movements halting. She’s close again, the precipice just out of her reach as she rocks her hips against my thigh. I bring it closer, giving her the source of friction she needs, and it’s beyond erotic to feel her wetness coating my leg as she seeks her release.
“Jackson,” she whispers as her small nails dig into my arm, the bit of pain welcome.
This time as she orgasms at my touch I take a moment to sit back onto my knees and slide one of the condoms on my shaft, the purple head pulsating beneath my touch as I slide the latex down.
I don’t slide right home. Instead, I rest above her, waiting for Elle to give me the cue that she is ready. Her breathing begins to slow as she comes back to herself and I wait patiently for her to give me the go ahead. I’ll leave if she’s finished for the night but I am secretly praying to all that is holy that she’ll let me inside her. I need to be inside her.
Using my fingers, I stroke against her slit waiting for her to respond, and luckily her response comes quickly.
“I want more, Jackson,” she speaks softly as she licks her lips, her eyes taking me in beneath her hooded lids.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” I say, moving my body on top of hers, my cock nudging at her entrance. I know she is tight, ridiculously so after having two children, so I need to be slow with her, gentle.
I pull back after just the tip makes its way inside and then I’m repeating the motion again, a little bit more with every pass. By the time I make it halfway I can tell that Elle is feeling the fullness inside her, tiny waves passing over my cock as it slips inside her channel. Her lids are closed but I want to see her, all of her.
“Elle, look at me,” I request as I gaze down, her eyes popping open immediately. “I want to see you. How does it feel?”
“Full. Tight.”
“I’m almost there, sweetheart. I’m trying to go slow.”
I ease out of her again before plunging inside about three-quarters of the way this time.
“I want all of it, Jackson. I want all of you.”
I can hear her unspoken meaning, whether she intends for it or not. I know that she’s not in the place yet to want more. Hell, I didn’t even realize that I was until earlier, but I’ll get her there. I’ll show her that there is more than she knows, more than what she’s been given in life. I can start with here, now, because it’s obvious she’s never experienced true pleasure. Never experienced true, animalistic passion.
With a final thrust, I plunge deep inside, her body fighting at first, Elle’s features distorting at the intrusion, but then the walls of her sex relax and grip me firmly, Elle’s face transforming into bliss.
I don’t move my hips, I let her body adjust to me as I take both of her hands and hold them above her head. Leaning forward I kiss her slick lips, our tongues dueling as I wait for a sign that she’s ready. Elle’s hips move upward just a smidge, the tiniest hint that she wants more.
I pull out of her and slide back in, my shaft covered in her wetness, her sex tightening around me as if it never wants me to leave. And there is no other place I’d rather be. We continue to kiss as I thrust in and out of her body until I can no longer hold back my control.
I rear back, using one hand to keep her wrists in place and the other to rub small circles on her clit as I pound into her body. Elle responds by opening her legs wider than before, giving me more access to the sweetness between her legs.
“Fuck, you feel good. I’m gonna come, sweetheart. I need you to get there,” I announce as my hips hammer into her, our slick skin slapping together in the quiet room.
“I’m there. Oh God,” she cries out as her core tightens around me further than I thought was possible. “Jackson!” she shouts on a gasp as her body vibrates in waves around me, her fingers flex beneath my hold as she pushes her release completely from her body.
I want to memorize how she looks right now: head tossed back in pleasure, back arched, eyes closed, the tiniest of smiles on her lips; this is everything lovemaking should look like.
A few more thrusts into her quivering pussy and I feel myself release into the condom with the strangest of wishes that I had been able to come deep inside her. But that’s a crazy notion, especially since I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that I may actually want to try a relationship with her. My body jerks inside her bringing me back to the moment but I’m not ready to pull away. Instead, I find myself leaning forward once again and resting my forehead against Elle’s, her satiated smile welcoming me closer to her.
“That was. . .amazing, Elle.”
“I didn’t know that it could be like that,” she whispers, seemingly in a trance.
I comb my fingers through some of the loose hair around her face as I gaze into her eyes and try to gauge how she is feeling.
“And how is that?” I whisper as I press another kiss to her lips because I can’t control myself. This girl is already changing the game for me. Usually, I’m out before the woman has even realized that I’ve left. Now I want nothing more than to bury myself so far into Elle that she feels me for weeks.
“Like it’s more,” she replies wearily. “And that scares me.”
“Why is that scary?” I whisper against her mouth. I’m only half listening because my mind is focused on the fact that my cock is still firmly planted inside her.
“Because . . . I don’t know if I can do this, especially with you. It’s been a week and this is just supposed to be fun and casual. Jackson, this tonight didn’t feel casual and I just got out of a bad marriage. You don’t need my baggage and you said yourself that you aren’t ready for a family.”
“Elle,” I say as I roll over onto my back, dislodging my cock and pulling her with me, her head resting on my chest. “Something changed today. I don’t know what but I want something with you. Something I’ve never wanted with anyone else, baggage and all. We’ll go slow, alright? I’m in no rush.”
She traces an indirect path on my chest, little squiggles made by her fingertips as she contemplates my suggestion. “I’m going to be bad at it. Look what happened last time.”
“Well, I’ve only ever had one serious relationship, so we can both learn together, okay?”
She goes silent again, even her squiggles have stopped. Her breathing levels out and just when I think she’s fallen asleep she turns her body so that she can rest her chin on my chest and look up at me.
“I have two conditions,” she begins. “First, I want to think about it, okay? Maybe we can try and keep it to ourselves because I don’t want to get the kids attached or anything if we mess it up.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I reply, stroking my hand thro
ugh her mussed hair.
“And second, how many condoms did you bring? Because I would really like to do that again.”
A wicked smile grows on her face and I find myself laughing as I take off the condom from earlier and toss it in the trashcan beside her nightstand.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” I say as I tug on another condom, my cock already standing at full salute, and lie on my back. I move Elle’s body so that she has to straddle my hips. “You’re in control this time.”
With a saucy grin on her lips, she rocks her hips against my cock, teasing me with everything she possesses before taking my cock in her hand and lining it up at her entrance, slowly sinking herself on my erection.
Watching her use me to reach her release is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed. The way her breasts bounce with each thrust, the way she tosses her head back when my cock slides against her most sensitive spot, the way her hands grip at my chest as she adjusts her position.
I growl as that tingling begins to build in my spine and with little finesse, I grip Elle’s hips to steady her movements and begin to propel my cock deep within her.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as our hips smack against each other until we’re both toppling over the brink.
Our breaths come in heavy pants, both of us trying to come back into ourselves, and I’m waiting for Elle to tell me that she’s had enough or that I’m too much for her. But that little minx surprises the hell out of me as she reaches across the bed and grabs a third condom, tossing it on my chest.
“Three?” she questions with a glint in her eye, and I’ll be damned if I’m not growing hard again.
Scrambling off the bed, I toss the second condom in the wastebasket, then turn around to tug Elle by the legs to the edge of the bed.
“The question is, sweet girl, are you ready for round three?” I slide my hand in her wetness now coating her thighs and trail it to her backside, letting my thumb press against her tight pucker.
She groans in response before whispering my name like a plea, and I know that I have a long night ahead of me, but I’ll be damned if I won’t give this girl everything that she desires.
Now if only I can convince her to take a chance on us.
*
I wake early in the morning before the sun even begins to rise and it takes all my strength to leave the bed. I’m lying on my back with Elle wrapped in my arms, her petite body curved around me. Brushing some of the hair away from her face, I gaze down at the beauty that spent most of the night trying to wear me out. She wasn’t successful. After about the fifth round she pretty much told me to get away from her. I would have laughed if she hadn’t promptly passed out before I had even taken the last condom off my erection.
I tilt my head and brush my lips against her puckered mouth as if it’s inviting me for a taste.
“I have to go open the gym, sweetheart.”
She moans in response and cuddles closer to me. Damn if this isn’t the first time I consider calling someone else to open.
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Mmhmm,” she replies as I press another kiss to her lips and scoot off the bed. I tug on my jeans lying at the foot of the bed, but in the darkness of the room, I’m not able to find my shirt. Oh well, I’ll just grab it later.
I gently open her door and sneak out into the hall hoping not to wake anyone else in the house. I’m surprised to find Noah sitting at the kitchen counter in the dark, his face illuminated by the small light emitted by the microwave. He’s got a bowl of cereal in front of him and the carton of milk still sitting out. At four in the morning, it is too early for a five-year-old to be awake.
“Hey, little man, what are you doing awake?” I ask as I approach him quietly in the kitchen. I’m not sure if he suffers from somnambulism or if he’s just an early riser, but I’m careful not to startle him.
“Hi, Mister Jackson. Can you help me pour the milk? It’s too heavy.”
“Sure,” I reply as I lift the gallon-sized jug and pour milk into his sugary cereal. “Why are you awake, Noah?”
“Why are you awake?” he questions in response and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Well, I have to go to work.”
“Did you have a sleepover with my mom?”
I think for a moment. Noah is smart. I’m sure that he can put two-and-two together, but I don’t want to get his hopes up that me and Elle may be something more.
“Would it bother you if I did?”
“No, I have sleepovers with my friends from my old house. Mom said that I could have a friend sleepover when school starts because I’ll be making a lot of new friends. You’re my friend, maybe we can have one giant sleepover,” Noah proclaims enthusiastically.
“Maybe. We’ll have to check with your mom. Now tell me what you’re doing awake.”
“Oh, I saw a man looking in my window,” Noah says without a care as he takes a large spoonful of cereal and piles it into his mouth, milk dripping down his chin.
“What? Noah, a man was looking in your window?” This is a safe neighborhood; maybe what he saw was his imagination. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or saw a shadow?”
“No, it was a person, but I couldn’t see who it was because it was dark. They scared me, so I got out of bed and came to get breakfast. My stomach was hungry.”
“Okay, little man. I’m going to take a look outside and I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Don’t you have to go to work?” he asks as if he’s worried about my job.
“I own the work, I can have someone else open.”
“Oh! You’re the boss? My dad hates bosses.”
Well, your dad is a douchebag, kid. But I don’t say that out loud.
“I am the boss. Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
I open the front door and look around finding nothing out of the ordinary but decide to take a look at the window looking into Noah’s room; it’s the one facing the front yard. Even though it’s dark, I can see that some of the grass has been pushed down, obviously stepped on, and that has my hackles rising. Elle is here by herself and the kids most of the time; I don’t like the idea of someone looking in on her.
Back inside I check the deadbolts, making sure they’re secure and locked properly. I send a text to the other opening trainer and let her know that I won’t be in today, then I walk over to Noah who is just finishing up his cereal.
“Hey, how would you like to go with me to the store real quick?”
“Really? Where are we going? Can I get a toy?” he asks at a rapid speed, but before I can respond he’s hopping off the stool and heading toward his bedroom, I assume to get dressed.
I turn and make my way back to Elle’s room to let her know what’s going on, but I find myself standing at the foot of the bed staring at her. She looks stunning with her hair fanned out across the pillow, her body stretched out as she lies on her stomach, the sheet barely covering her bottom.
For a moment I’m transported back to college when I took one last look at my girlfriend, Katy, before I packed up and left. We had gotten engaged the weekend before after being together for two years. I thought she was the one, my missing half, my soul mate. We were talking about the kind of wedding we wanted, where we wanted to live, and our plans once we graduated. That night she had told me that I should look at getting a regular nine-to-five job, that opening my own business wasn’t going to be feasible if we wanted to raise a family. I understood her concern, it was valid, and I spent most of the night mentally reconsidering my plans.
At midnight I had hopped on our computer, a laptop that we shared, and began searching for jobs that I could apply for, but as I ran a search for my resume document, a message popped up under her social media account. I was about to close it out but then I noticed the name at the top. It was a message from my friend Sam. He wanted to meet up with her to convince her not to marry me, he said that he loved her.
I scrolled through the message, unable to
control my curiosity, and discovered that they had been hooking up behind my back for years. Years. All this time wasted. There were pictures, a lot of pictures. Pictures of him, pictures of her, pictures of them together. It was more than I could take.
I remember closing the computer and searching for a piece of paper to leave her a note. I said nothing more than goodbye and that Sam will take good care of her. Before I left I had taken one last look at the woman I had planned to spend my life with. She was resting on her stomach with her hair fanned out on my pillow. It’s how she slept every night. I reached over to our dresser and grabbed the two-carat diamond ring my mother helped me purchase because I knew that Katy wouldn’t want a hand-me-down. I placed it in my pocket and never looked back. The first thing I did that next morning was find a temporary apartment to last through graduation and get my money back on the ring. I was lucky that the jeweler was so understanding.
Elle says something in her sleep as she reaches out across the cold sheet and I’m brought back to now. I know Elle isn’t Katy. I know she isn’t going to break my heart like Katy did. It takes faith and I am going to do all I can to prove to Elle that she can have faith in me. I’m not a playboy because I want to be. I stayed away from relationships to keep from being hurt, but I’m ready now, and I believe Elle is too. She’s probably been ready a lot longer than she knows.
Walking over to the side of the bed I crouch down and bring my face close to hers. “Elle,” I whisper and then repeat as I try to wake her up slowly.
“Hmm?” she murmurs as her eyes flutter open. As she recognizes me, she smiles broadly amidst her sleepy haze.
“I’m going to the store and taking Noah. He’s awake.”
“Okay, but don’t you have to work?”
“I have someone else opening. We need to have a talk, but that can wait until I get back.”
“Is something wrong?” she asks, her mind coming awake at the thought.
“I don’t think so. I’ll make sure to lock up behind myself, and I’ll grab your keys.”
“Okay,” she replies and I kiss her quickly before leaving the bedroom, Elle’s face marred with confusion. Luckily I find my shirt in the hallway andItug it on.
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