Page 3 of Making Home with You

“Yes,” she breathes, as I catch the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

Before I can say anything more, her hands are on my dick and I’m groaning with the exquisite agony of what that feels like.It’s been months since I got laid.

I lean in, my hands moving to her hips as she pulls me closer to her.Pulling her panties to the side, she guides me to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her.

“Oh jesus christ,” I breathe out, struggling to maintain control.

“You sureyouwanna do this?”she asks, her teeth latching on to my bottom lip.

“Yes,” I grit out as I push inside her, both of us letting out loud moans.

My fingers dig into her hips now as I start to move, thrusting in and out of her in long, slow movements that have both of us panting.Her legs are still wrapped around me, guiding me each time I push deep inside her.

Sliding my hands up, I pull her sweater up and over her head, before my lips are back on hers and my hands are palming her breasts.

“Oh god,” she groans, as I start to kiss my way down her neck, pulling aside her bra so I can suck a nipple into my mouth.“Harder.”

I don’t know what she’s referring to, but I up the tempo of my hips as I suck harder on her nipple.

“Yes,” she moans as one hand lets go of my hip.

I open my eyes, my mouth still on her breast as I watch her hand move between her legs and start to rub at her clit.

“God that’s hot,” I murmur, my eyes watching as she runs her fingers over my cock, which is now covered in her juices, before moving back to her clit.

She moans again, her heels on my ass encouraging me to push harder.I give her what she wants, pounding my hips against hers as both of us stop talking, nothing but the sounds of our moans and skin slapping against skin, filling the room.

I don’t know how long we fuck for, but eventually I can’t hold back any longer.

“I’m gonna come,” I murmur, finding her mouth again as I thrust my tongue inside.

“Me too,” she says, kissing me hard.

Her legs lock around me as I feel her pussy clenching around my dick.It’s enough to throw me over the edge, my balls tightening as I explode inside her.She throws her head back, moaning loudly as she comes with me, both of us breathing hard.

Eventually, when my heart manages to slow down and my breathing returns to normal, I pull back a little, press a soft kiss to her lips and say, “Wow, that was amazing.”

She grins against my mouth, kissing me again as she says, “Yeah and exactly what I needed.”

I pull back, reluctantly separating us and disposing of the condom.“Me too, actually.”

The sound of a text message arriving breaks whatever post-sex glow there was between us.I glance at my phone, just as she scrambles from the counter, cursing as she reaches for her jacket.

“Shit, I gotta go,” she says, reading whatever message has just come through on her phone.

“That’s not your husband or boyfriend texting, is it?”I ask, half joking, half serious.

As much as I’m not into the whole relationship thing, I’m not exactly down with sleeping with someone else’s wife or girlfriend either.That’s a line I’m definitely not willing to cross, no matter how tempting the offer.

“No,” she says, “nothing like that.Listen, I gotta go, sorry,” she adds, pulling on her clothes.“But thank you, seriously.Thatwasamazing.”

“You think maybe I could get your number?”I ask, buttoning up my jeans as a strange anxiety settles over me.“Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

I don’t know what possesses me to ask her this; it’s not something I’d normally do.But somehow in this moment, everything feels strangely different.And it’s not just the sex we had, it’s my reaction to her too, and some weird ass feeling I’m having about the possibility that I might not get to do it with her again.

Where the hell is this coming from?

She stops, looks over at me.“You’re a local, right?”she asks.