The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

71. Everything Ends

"Oh, gods, yes!" I cried out as Tom entered me. We hadn't had sex since before New Year's, and I hadn't realized how much I missed having him inside of me. 

I was pressed against the bedroom wall. As soon as we'd entered the house, our clothing had started coming off. It was long awaited too. The entire flight, Tom had been teasing me. During the drive here, he'd slip quick little touches up my skirt. Karen and Mordicai had picked us all up. Mordicai took all three kids home with him, and Karen drove Tom and I to the condo. She helped us unload out luggage, and once she'd closed the door to leave, that was it. Any restraint Tom and I had been using was gone. I was surprised we'd made it to the bedroom. 

It had been several months of foreplay. Every time we'd start, one of the kids would need something. We had gotten too caught up in family life to take a weekend for ourselves. Someone always had a appointment, meeting, class, recital, or something else going one that required one or both of us to attend. It would be nice to have a night where we could start something and actually finish. 

I felt sexier than ever. During my pregnancy, I'd gained a shitload of weight, and a week before Austen had been born, I tipped the scale at a little over three hundred. After I recovered from my hysterectomy, I threw myself into loosing weight and getting in shape. Breastfeeding helped, but so did using the home gym with Melanie. I was back down to one fifty, but this time, it was mostly muscle. When I'd gone back to work as an EMT, I started lifting weights, and one night, I shocked Tom by picking him up and towing him over my shoulder. He didn't think I could do it, so of course I had to prove it. 

I hitched my legs up and dug my heels into his ass, I wanted him to go as deep as he could. I smiled when he groaned, realizing he couldn't pull his hips back. I wanted to relish in having him filling me. 

"Just stay for a moment." I panted. 

"Babe, if I don't come soon, I'm going to die." He demanded, forcing one of my legs down. "We can enjoy the act later, right now, let me just fuck your brains out." 

He pulled his hips back and slammed into me again. I cried out, it felt so damn good. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging at his curls. I couldn't tell him no, I wanted a quick release as well. Truthfully, the quicker it came, the better. 

Ten thrusts later, I felt it coming. My orgasm washed over me in quick, almost painful waves. It had been too damn long since my body had gotten a full release. Tom and I had both been reduced to masturbation to ease the tension, he had no issues reaching climax. I however, could never fully get myself there, and always came up short. 

I came hard, and Tom exploded within me moments after I peaked. We sank to the floor, and tangled ourselves together. 

"Fuck, I missed you." He panted. I clung to him as I came down from my high. I made a silent vow to make sure we never went that long without sex again. 

I wanted to absorb him into me, but I settled for nuzzling into his chest. He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tightly. We laid there for several minutes, catching our breaths. When I finally moved, the feel of his skin on mine made every inch of me tingle. It had been seven years, and I still couldn't get enough of him. Seven years, and I still couldn't believe he was mine. 

"Careful how you move, babe." He grunted with a grin. "You might end up getting another round before your ready." 

"Oh, I plan on having several rounds. We have six months to catch up on." I swung my leg over his hip and straddled him, his limp cock nestled against my damp center. I felt it stir and I was thankful that he had so much stamina. I was also glad that my forced menopause hadn't screwed up my sex drive. If anything, I wanted more sex now than I had before.