“I know, that’s what they said! They gave me a soft toothbrush and said be gentle.” I roll my eyes.
His smile broadens. “Too much of a good thing.”
“Unlike this.” I lean in close to him, and Gabe’s hand comes to my cheek. Then we’re kissing…and it’s like the very first time.
10
Gabe
It’s not supposed to go this way. Even as my body tears at Marley’s—I’m kissing my way frantically toward her pussy, and then nudging my tongue between her slit—alarms are peeling in my head.
It shouldn’t be so effortless, so easy to be near her. She shouldn’t taste so good, feel so good.
She’s not yours.
I try to tell myself as she comes under my tongue, her soft thighs tensing around my shoulders. As she strokes my cock and looks into my eyes, her own gaze curious and kind—affirming, even. Marley feels just like a friend, her confidence and warmth overflowing in the ether between us. Where she was hesitant and insecure as a younger woman, now she seems strong and vibrant—in the very best of ways. I can feel it even in her grip on me: Marley is all in. She knows what she wants, and she is going to get it.
She’s jerking me off, and fuck, I’m almost coming in her fucking hand.
I’m so close to spilling in between her fingers that I have to put a hand on hers and stop her.
“On your hands and knees,” I growl, and almost immediately, she’s changing gears.
Marley wags her ass around. I grab it with both hands. “This thing is so damn round. What do you do to it?”
She giggles.
God, I want to eat this ass. I want to finger that sweet pussy till she’s rocking back against me. When she’s desperate and panting, I’ll draw my fingers out, I’ll leave her swollen clit wanting, and I’ll press my cockhead against her opening…and take my time pushing inside.
So that’s exactly what I do. I spend an hour making Marley desperate for me. Then I rub my head against her cunt, I push a hint inside. She cries out, and I withdraw, and then she gasps, and then I’m one…two inches in.
“Oh GOD!” It’s shrieked.
She’s pushing back against me, desperate to be filled. And so I pull out one more time, and when I’m teasing her again, I grab her hips and whisper, “Does that greedy pussy want me?”
“Oh yes, please…”
And so I let her have it. One long, forceful stroke and then I’m planted in her, spreading her so wide I think I feel her stretch; I know I hear her gasp, then groan. She’s still—I feel her legs shaking—until I push in even deeper. Then she’s grunting, gasping, pushing back against me, trembling almost violently as she feels me wholly inside her. I’m inside her, and she’s loud, oh God, so fucking loud as I pull out and plunge back in. She falls against the mattress, bowing with my hands clutching her hips, and I imagine her an offering, a warm, wet, willing gift I accept happily. My cock has never felt as good as it does now, inside her swollen chamber.
“So tight,” I hiss.
Marley makes a guttural sound as I pull out, and drive back in. I fill her, and she whimpers, and it’s that soft sound that drives me crazy, that sweet mewl that makes me want to give her more, that makes me want to give her so much she boils over. I pump at a pace that seems to drive her mad—she scrambles back onto my cock when I withdraw it—and then I pull out, dip my fingers in, and smear her slickness backwards.
“Ohhhhh…”
“I know. You want me filling you up, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes Gabe,” I correct.
I walk a dripping fingertip around her rim, and Marley shudders. “Please, Gabe…”
“Please what, Marley?”
“I—I need to come.” I hear the edge in her voice—it almost sounds like panic—and it makes my cock throb.
“Do you now? You want something like this?” As I ask her that question, I push deeper still into her channel, making Marley squeak and falter forward.
“What about this?” I ask, pushing just my fingertip inside her.
I’m rewarded with a groan that’s shuddered.
“Or maybe this?” With a gentle push, she’s taken all of my finger, and that’s when the moaning, groaning, screaming show starts. Marley with a finger in her ass is like an animal. She can’t seem to get enough of being filled…the way she pushes back on me—“oh fuck”—she’s almost riding me. She’s fucking my cock and my finger, reaching back to try to grab at me, her fingers brushing my hip. It feels good as fuck to be so…wanted.
So I give it to her. Thrust, and out, and deeper—she gasps—out, and fuck…I need it deeper…till with every thrust, we’re one. My finger strokes inside her, and that’s it. I feel her clench around me, tight and hot, and pleasure explodes out of me—and into her.
When she’s come to, lying on her belly, with her legs spread and her hair a mess, she drags her gaze over her shoulder and smiles tiredly.
“God, that was some crazy baby-making.”
I chuckle, and have to leave her room for safety’s sake—so I don’t stretch out right beside her.
I spoon dumplings into one of her bowls and call from her bedroom doorway, “I’m gonna get moving.”
I walk downstairs on weak legs, and when I finish the soup, I get online and order apple cider, overnighted. Then, impulsively, a bunch of whipped cream. At the last minute, I change the address from hers to mine.
I’ll make it for her and carry it up.
*
Marley
Holy fucking hell, he’s good in bed. Did I say good? I meant amazing. I wake grinning in my quiet bedroom, feeling like a girl with a delicious secret. I soar through my run, thrilled with the knowledge that I could be getting pregnant right now. Sperm, meet egg, and do your thing!
As I shower and dress for work, I let my mind sift through the details of last night…and I feel good about them. Even though he left sort of abruptly, I feel comfortable, secure, and in control. Maybe this is reckless-stupid, but I don’t feel stupid. I feel strong and happy.
I glance at the house’s front door as I leave for work, and tell myself my friend lives there. We’re friends now, aren’t we? Sort of? It feels strange, but not untrue. We’re temporary fuck buddies with a shared mission. I can treat him like a friend.
Just a friend, a small voice whispers.
Then I get to work, and my first patient is a baby girl. I’m stunned at how good I feel, just knowing that I have some hope now. That I’ll have a baby of my own again sometime. And Gabe will be the father! I laugh all day. Maybe it is a little crazy.
After work, I meet Kat at mom’s house, where Kat gives mom a bit of humming bird stained glass she found restoring an old house down by the lake. Humming birds are mom’s thing, supposedly because they’re attracted to the sweet things in life. I guess its appeal is mostly aspirational?
Mom seems better, and we hang out, talking about Thanksgiving for a few minutes before Kat and I step back into the nippy air, and she gives me a bugged-out look.
“You look like an alien when you do that.”
She grins. “Is it a patient’s daddy? Please say yes!”