Her knees begin to shake, her legs quivering on her fuck-me heels.
Adding pressure to both spots, I work both my tongue and thumb in circles. Her whimpers grow louder, her hips swiveling faster, her wetness dripping. I lick from her vagina up her slit, my cock ready to explode. Removing my thumb as I pass, my tongue licks up the curve of her ass, and drags up her spine as I stand. Positioning myself behind her, I slap her juicy ass once, hearing her squeal, before I push fully into her with one hard movement.
"Ah!" She’s barely heard over the sound of the table ramming against the wall. "Barrett!"
I thrust into her again and again, feeling her pussy massage me with every push. It's fucking heaven. It's what I've needed for days now, the balm to my ills.
Pushing again and again, I feel her body quicken around me. It's not going to take long for either of us to explode.
I stroke into her over and over, the doors to the cabinet on the wall falling open with the impact of the table to the wall. Bottles begin to spill out as I plunge into her.
"I'm coming!" she screams over the top of the destruction. Her pussy clamps around me, the muscles spasming in the sexiest way. Her head thrown back, her hair a sexy mess, her swollen lips fallen apart in a sultry breath. Knowing I just put her over the edge makes me topple over it too.
"Fuck!" I shout, stroking into her a few more times. As the crescendo of my orgasm hits, I slow the pace, milking the feeling for as long as possible.
My eyes open, my lids heavy. I watch her lips form a smile, her body relaxing as she lands from the ride. She looks like an angel, a perfect, beautiful, built-for-me creature that I’m falling for harder and harder.
Maybe I’ve already completely fallen. Maybe this tightness in my chest, the ferocity I feel about her is what everyone means when they say they’ve fallen in love.
“I needed that,” she whispers. Her lips press together and she giggles a light, airy sound.
“Me too,” I say, pulling out of her and helping her stand. I lay a kiss to the top of her head and feel her warmth cocoon me as her arms encapsulate my waist. She snuggles into me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good. Very good.”
“You were better than good,” I joke as she shoves away from me.
“Funny, Landry.” She tosses me a grin.
We stand in silence, the floor around us littered with random objects rattled from our antics, our bodies sticky with sweat. Her hair is a mess, her skin flushed, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
Alison
I GLANCE IN THE REARVIEW mirror. The blue sedan stays four or five car lengths back, just as it has since I left Hillary’s. I swung by there after dropping Huxley off at my mom’s to get my schedule and to ask to switch a couple of days around to accommodate a musical at Hux’s school and a catering event. The sedan pulled out behind me and has followed me ever since.
Nearing the turnoff to my house, I consider calling Barrett. I haven’t physically seen him in a few days, our schedules refusing to coincide. We’ve talked on the phone numerous times every day. The stress of his campaign and our ridiculous schedules have cramped our face time.
It’s for the best though. Everything has been a whirlwind these past few months since we met at the charity event and the little break in our schedules has given me time to evaluate everything from a distance.
It’s only made me miss him more.
Nothing is the same without him around. Hux has noticed it too.
When Barrett is around, things seem brighter. My life is enriched from more than just being a mother. I’m a woman wanted by a man that is everything I could ever want and then a little more. He respects me, he appreciates me, he cherishes me, and unless I’m completely wrong, he might be starting to fall in love with me.
And I’m starting to fall in love with him.
The thought is terrifying and exhilarating at once.
Glancing up again, the car is nowhere to be seen. I check twice, three times, but it’s gone. Still, I grab my phone to call Barrett just as his number rings me. I smile as I answer it.
“Hey, you!”
“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice husky. I can hear the exhaustion thick in his tone. It gets deeper every day. I’m worried about how he’s taking the campaign and the pressures on him, but he always says he’s fine. “Are you home?”
“Almost,” I say, turning onto my street. “I had some errands to run.”
“I’m ten minutes away and I’d like to stop by if that’s all right.”
“I’d love that,” I grin. “I’ll see you then.”
I navigate the car into my driveway and race in with anticipation of seeing him. I glance in the entry mirror and try to get some semblance of style in my hair and plop on some lip gloss. Before I can do all the things I’d like to, he’s knocking at the door.