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“I feel beautiful when I’m with you. You make me feel like the only woman in the room.”
“You are the only woman in the room, everyone else I’m blind to but also jealous of. I wish no one else could look at you the way that I do.” I watch the cute blush dust across her cheeks and a small smile play on her swollen lips.
“You’re dangerously obsessed with me.”
“Dangerously isn’t even close.” With that, I find her hand and help her climb onto the bed, it’s a sight to see, Shayla is all mine for the taking and next week I will make her mine for life. We both mentally agree that we don’t want the dirty, forgoing 69 and heading straight into making love.
Moving to me, she straddles me without saying a word, just knowing what I want like she’s reading my mind. She sits on my stomach, her arousal coating me, turning me on. I sit up as much as I can and bring my lips to her stomach, kissing just under her belly button.
“Thank you for my family,” I tell her, gazing up at her hovering body.
“Thank you for giving me my family,” she retorts, scooting down and balancing herself on her shaking knees over my awaiting cock. I don’t want her to overdo herself, so I take her hips and help glide her down.
“Oh…” I moan when her wetness coats me, squeezing me like a vice.
“Yes, God yes, Trey!” I reach my hand up and cover her mouth.
“You have to be quiet for this, baby, we can’t wake anyone.” As much as I hate it, I need to silence my girl. Shayla and I are very vocal, loud lovers, so I know what kind of havoc we can ensue on everyone. Kingston and I just made up; I don’t need him barging in here and decking me in the fucking face.
“Sorry. I’ll try…uhh. I’ll try,” she says on the downward circle of her hips. I snap my head over to the door and make sure it’s locked. “I locked it before you woke up,” Shayla says above me.
“Good woman.” I use my legs and start slowly thrusting my hips up into her, my cock lazily sliding in and out, my hands reaching behind her to grab her ass. Shay starts to move faster and I release her ass, grabbing her hipbones.
“Slow, baby, let’s take it slow. Feel me.” The sun from the window across from the bed silhouettes her body, bursting around the outline of her body. Damn she looks like an angel. Her hair is so much longer, cascading down her back while she rocks against me.
“Tell me you love me,” I moan quietly, my toes curling as the sensation builds; she has me racing for the finish line.
“I love you, Trey.” I leave one hand plastered to her hip while the other reaches up and wipes the hair from her chest, moving it behind her so I can see her perfect tits bounce slightly with my upward thrust. Bracing her hands on my chest, I let her do some of the work, very little but enough to keep her satisfied. It turns her on to have some control.
“Oh.” Biting her lip, she shelters her moan, and my head moves back as she squeezes me tight on a downward fall.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come if you keep that shit up, baby.”
“That’s the point, baby, I want you to lose control,” the little minx admits, giving up her MO.
“You want me to lose control, but if I lose control with you, you may never be the same, baby, I will fuck you every which way, on every surface of this room.”
“Is that a threat? If so, abuse the hell out of my body. Show me how rough and bad you can be.”
“I wanted this shit slow, I want to worship you until you heal, then I’ll fuck you so damn hard, our honeymoon will be you nursing your body back to health.”
“Shit! Trey!” I feel her tighten on me, her orgasm coming fast, just by the sound of my words and the tortuously slow thrusts.
“Fucking hell, woman!” With that, I shoot up into her, coming hot and deep inside her tight pussy.
“Damn it, baby,” I breathe out. She giggles, leaning down and kissing my chest.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind going again.” Her teasing gets her just that, I fuck her three more times before we finally leave bed to get ready.
“ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT SEEING your father’s grave today,” Kathy asks next to me.
“Yes and no. I’m worried it’ll be a lot harder than I anticipated. I haven’t been strong enough until now to do it.”
“I’ll be right there with you, baby,” Kathy says, reaching over the middle console of my truck. Her hand wraps around mine and she squeezes, comforting me.
“Thanks, Mama, I know.”
Pulling up to the cemetery, I don’t make eyes at the area where his headstone is, at first. I take a second to breathe and collect myself.
