Then, looking up at me, she rises on her toes and kisses my scratchy chin.
"I love you," she whispers.
"I love hearing that," I say, leaning down and pressing my mouth against hers.
The driveback to her place feels both too long and too short. My hand rests on her thigh the entire way, thumb tracing circles on her soft skin. Every red light is torture. Every green light brings us closer to what I know is coming. What I desperately want.
In the driveway, I put my SUV into park, turning to Joelle to say goodbye. She reaches across, her hand dancing along my thigh, and whispers, "Want to come in?"
"Yes," I say, my voice rough with want.
I follow her inside where she takes my hand and guides me back into her bedroom. Turning around, she strips out of the light green dress she wore to the party, and a growl escapes the back of my throat when I take in her delicious curves in the dim light.
I follow Joelle's lead, unbuttoning my shirt and kicking off my dark jeans. My cock is ready and waiting for her. I grab her, pulling her close, leaning down and pressing my mouth against hers hard before playfully pushing her onto her back on the bed.
She scooches up to the pillows, giggling as I crawl after her, pressing her legs open and taking my cock, smacking it against her puffy lips.
"I want you inside of me," she begs, opening her legs wider.
So I enter her, slipping inside inch by inch. We both moan as I stretch her open. I lean forward and grab her heavy breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger as she bucks into me.
I lean down, kissing her, sliding my right hand between us and finding her clit where I begin to circle it as she moans into my mouth. A couple of minutes of doing this sends her over the edge, and she cries out, whacking my chin as she comes, her body thrusting up from the bed.
This is too much for me, and I grab her knees, pushing them towards her ears as I fuck her harder, watching her tits bouncebeneath me. Quickly I fall over the cliff with her, my body shuddering above hers as I cry out her name.
I collapse next to her, my breath ragged, and pull my beautiful, curvy florist up against my chest. I can feel her heart racing against my skin as we lie there, completely spent.
"Holy shit," she breathes out, making me laugh.
"Yep. Holy shit," I say, grinning at her.
Joelle cranes her neck and studies my face with her hazel eyes. I reach over, smoothing her hair down.
"I'm so in love with you," I say, making her smile even broader.
"Me too. I love you so damn much."
10
Joelle
Cape Cod Mall bustles with Christmas shoppers as I window shop with a very pregnant Alyssa.
"You must be tired of being on your feet. We should probably get going," I say, a little worried about her.
"No. I'm good. I just want to get one more thing for Tanner before heading home," she says, pointing at a store across the mall.
We walk about halfway there when suddenly she stops, her eyes wide with horror.
"My water just broke!"
I step back and see a huge puddle underneath her on the terrazzo floor.
"Holy shit. It did just break!"
My mind shifts into high gear.
"Okay. You're coming with me," I say, grabbing her hand and waving at an employee at a kiosk, pointing to the water on the floor before leading Alyssa out of the mall to my car.
