Betrayal

Chapter 32

We're in my bed, lying side by side, panting. We've just fucked again. It's our third time. It was slow and gentle lovemaking. Now we're in the silence that's broken up by the sound of the waves crashing and rain coming down. It's dark out, but the lamp in the corner is on. A quick breeze is coming in through the open balcony doors. This feels nice and peaceful lying with him like this in the afterglow.

He wraps me in his arms, throws one of his legs over me, and holds me tightly. It makes me smile. He's so warm and strong. When I glance down at his face where it's resting on my chest, he's smiling. It makes mine grow. There's something about being naked with him like this that I just love. It's close.

"You take it out of me every time," he mumbles. "It's so good."

"What is?"

"Your pussy."

I snort and laugh softly. He raises up and rests his weight on his elbow. As he traces small circles on my stomach with his middle finger I watch him.

"They'll be home soon."

I nod. He glances at the clock on my nightstand. It's almost eleven.

"Surprised she isn't back already, really. We've always been very stringent about bedtimes for the kids."

I half smile.

"Well... it's summer. I'm sure it's alright."

He kisses my stomach repeatedly while goosebumps form. His phone begins to buzz. It's on the dresser and he ignores it.

"Gonna get that?"

"No. I'm sure it's her. Let's do it one more time."

I grin as I raise up. He sits against the headboard and I climb between his legs. I've done this so often to him that I have the hang of it. He's taught me how to do it the way he enjoys it. Gagging, spitting, and sucking. And I do it for him now while he moans softly and holds my hair back.

"Just like that," he whispers. "Just like that, baby."

His praise always makes me feel triumphant. I keep going, bobbing my head up and down, taking all of him in my mouth. I never thought I'd love having a cock in my mouth. But I do because it's him.

He grunts and groans and grips my hair tightly, then pulls me off of him. I'm grabbed beneath my arms and pulled up his body. As I straddle his waist, he's easing me down onto his cock. We gasp together and hold each other's faces, share soft kisses, while I move myself up and down on him.

We make love again. Or I make love to him. Slow and gentle movements, rocking my hips into him, and holding each other close. He's already getting there. He has his head tilted back and his jaw is slack. I love when it's like that. I love to make him feel good.

He grips my ass and moves me quicker, groaning loudly in sync with me. I've lost count of how many times I've come tonight and I'm going to come again. He makes it so easy for me.

"Come for me, baby," he pants. "Come on. I'm gonna come."

He kisses me roughly and I kiss him back the same way. I'm gasping into his mouth as I get closer and closer. He squeezes my chin tightly. Our groaning is becoming louder and I cry out for him, dig my fingers into his shoulders, and he pulls me closer to him. I bury my face in his hair as we come together.