Until November

Chapter 34

Ben

Eight Months Later

The house is quiet. Noelle is sleeping. Sunlight doesn't quite break through the curtains and I shift, my hand searching for Jocelyn and finding her hip, need already quickening. She makes a sleepy noise as I draw her near, my mouth grazing her neck, placing soft kisses. She stirs against me, her rear pushing into my hard cock, my lips desperate to kiss her, to taste her. My hand slides down her front, beneath her loose pajama pants. My hand rides between her legs, her dampness dripping against her panties. "You want me," I mumble roughly.

"Yeah, I do," she says, turning over, her pretty face steals my heart every morning.

"How do you want it?" I ask, a satisfying grin on my mouth. My fingers pause briefly, my willpower none. Even trying to torment her by holding back only makes me want her more.

Jocelyn brings my face to hers, kissing me with a devoted mouth, her tongue winding around mine, our bodies, the air, all of it thick between the sheets. I work her over with dedicated fingers, pushing the panties aside, slipping my finger inside her, stroking her repeatedly until her clit is hard and her body is withering against me. I kick back the covers and push down her pants, but Jocelyn beats me to her panties, getting them off quick. She starts to push down my pants, but I catch her hand to her very awake gaze. "Not so fast."

"Ben," she says trying to be firm, but with loving desperation, "don't make me wait this time."

Patient, soft kisses are placed on her mouth, my hand twisting the fabric of her shirt in my palm. "I won't make you wait. Not that long," I tease, remembering the last time we had sex, Noelle was with Hannah's parents and we spent the weekend catching up, and sleeping every chance we got.

Jocelyn's head falls back on the pillow, her chest rising and her breath puffs of air as I slide my hands behind her knees and push them up and apart, my mouth landing in her center, the taste of her addictive, my need for her only more insatiable. "Ben," she whispers my name, curls my hair with her hand, pushes me against her as her hips rise to me. My mouth moves over her, my focused tongue thrusting into her, sucking, following her every shift. I don't make her wait, my lips taking her again and again, her body crests and releases and she gives up, losing control against me.

Her hands guide me up, her eyes simmering with lust. She takes my shirt off, my pajama pants, and in one quick, hard motion, I'm inside her, driving into her, slowing down to make it last and failing. Our bodies are tangled, our morning sex clings to the air, my rigid, tight muscles gliding against her. This is the only woman I ever want like this. Everything about her comes into sharp focus as it always does, and she embraces me with her body, with her heart. My mouth swallows hers in a greedy kiss. Her hands sinking into my lower back, my cock plunging inside her, faster, quicker, all of it shattering. I stay in her for a second longer, placing a kiss on her collarbone, her neck, and we separate. Noelle coos from the next room, waking up, and I can't wait to see her. To hold her. To see what she'll do today.

But first, I reach over and take Jocelyn's hand. "I'm so in love with you," I whisper. 

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Crash. Silence. Wailing. I rush down the steps in time to see Noelle sitting up, looking at me from over her shoulder, her mouth pouty as a teenager and eyes big with tears streaming down her red cheeks. Hair the color of cedar thin and curly around her ears.

"I'm cooommmmming!" Jocelyn rushes from the kitchen with Noelle's bottle, the formula sloshing around inside. Noelle's eyes light up at the sight of the bottle.

My gaze assesses. Plastic eggs that fit together like puzzle pieces are sprawled by Noelle's feet. "What happened?" My voice is kind and understanding as she always draws out in me. Though I'm confident it had something to do with Noelle reaching for something just out of her grasp.