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Isabella Blakewood
"Oh my God." I held on to Davon tucking my face in the crook of his neck as he stood up in the middle of the bedroom holding me by the waist bouncing me on his dick. "I'm gonna cum again. Baby.." My breath got caught in my throat. I bit down on his shoulder making him hiss while also digging my nails in his back. "Y-you're gonna make me cum."
"Fuuuuuuck. Goddamn." He grunted as my walls tightened around his dick. "Cum for me baby. I need you to fucking cum." He walked me over to the bed laying me on my back planting both hands on side of me as he started to thrust back and forth making sure that his full length filled me up every time hitting my spot.
"Like thaaaat." I moaned trying to place my hands on his back but he stopped stroking and forcefully grabbed me by the wrists pinning my hands above my head staring me in my eyes as my chest heaved up and down.
"What?" I stared back up at him wondering what was on his mind. I hadn't had sex in what seemed like forever and to be having it with my ghost of a husband still wasn't something I could easily wrap my head around. It felt like I was dreaming. This couldn't have been real. "Davon..." I smiled. "Baby why are you staring at me like that?"
"I love you." He told me. "You know I always will. You're doing a great job with the girls. I'm so proud of you." He softly kissed my lips.
"I love you so much." I mumbled against his lips as I closed my eyes feeling tears slip down the side of my face. "Make love to me."
I snapped out of my thoughts feeling my mother Ellie tap my shoulder as I sat at the dining room table. I hadn't even noticed that I'd been smiling so hard until she mentioned it.
"It feels so good to see you smile honey. And I mean genuinely smile. What were you day dreaming about?" She took a seat across the table from me. My eyes were on her but my mind was on my dead husband and the night I'd had two nights ago. A night that felt so real that the smile on my face failed to slip away the more I thought about it.
