Page 34 of Crossroads

“I’m going to have to practice eating you out with these types of piercings. I need to explore.” I licked at the top piercing, loving the way that her clit swelled, before exploring. I loved eating a woman out. I loved the taste, the way that we were in control, even if she thought she was. I loved making sure that the woman in my arms would come, feel safe, and be ready for when I put my cock deep in between those folds.

I shifted again so she lay flat on her back, before I spread two fingers and slid my middle finger deep inside. She gasped, and I worked my way in and out of her, her cunt so damn tight.

“I’m going to hurt you if I don’t stretch you out first.”

“That sounds like a threat and a promise all rolled into an amazing one.”

“You say the weirdest fucking things,” I said with a laugh.

I was laughing. I was having sex with Kiera and laughing. I’d need to fall into a pit of hell or despair or whatever crisis followed me later. I pushed the thoughts through my mind, knowing the darkness would have to wait, before I slid another finger into her and curled my fingers. Her juices soaked my hand, her cunt wet and slick, and when she came again, I leaned down, tasting and sucking every ounce of the orgasm. I leaned back again and stood up.

Kiera moved to sit on the couch and reached for my jeans. My hands shook, but Kiera’s didn’t. Instead, with the steadiness that eased whatever ills I had in that moment, she undid the button and gently pulled down the zipper. She reached under the flap and pulled out my cock, her eyes widening at her first glance. When she circled the base of my dick, her fingers didn’t touch, and she licked her lips, her eyes wide.

“As much as I want you to wrap those lips around the tip of my cock, I won’t last.” I paused, trying to find the control I’d been so fucking proud of these past years. Where had it gone? “It’s been a long time.”

Kiera’s eyes softened, and I hated killing the mood. But instead, she moved her hand away from my cock and slithered her hands gently over the burn scars on either side of my hips.

“Then just take me, Bodhi. We can go as slow as you want.”

Shaking, I toed off my shoes and slid down my jeans and boxer briefs. Standing naked before Kiera in this manner felt far barer than in any moment I had been in my life. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I wasn’t good at this.

Kiera was the strong one in this moment. When she stood up and pushed at my shoulders, I let out the deep breath that had threatened my sanity.

“Sit down. Let me take care of you.”

I looked up at her, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She pulled the condom out of the box and opened the wrapper, before moving to stand between my legs.

“You can’t. Not like this.” Then she slid the condom over my length, and my head fell back against the couch, a groan escaping my lips.

“I’ve got you.” She straddled me, and I met her gaze. I put one hand on her hip, the other on the base of my cock, and guided her cunt to the tip. Then she rocked her hips, and slowly, oh so slowly, slid down my length. So damn tight, and I could barely breathe. It took her a few moments, taking in deep breaths, before she was finally seated, and I had to count to ten because I was so afraid I was going to come. “Bodhi. My God. I’m just so full.”

“I’ve got you.” Repeating her words nearly made me burst.

She had been able to get us this far, and now it was my turn. She lay against me, her shoulders shaking, as I lifted her up by the hips and slid her back down. I looked between us, watching the way her cunt swallowed my cock, and I shifted, knowing I wasn’t going to last long.

I knew it was probably too deep in this position, so I rolled her to the side, so she was on her back, and I was in between her legs again. My couch wasn’t that big, but we would make this work.

“Bodhi,” she panted.

“Take me. All of me.” I moved slowly then, taking her in, taking everything. She met me thrust for thrust, motion for motion. And when she came again, her pussy clamping around my cock, I came, filling the condom, and some part of me was sad that I wasn’t filling her.

I buried my face against her neck, shaking, not able to even fucking breathe.

And then it was over, and both of us were lying there, sweat slick, and my cock still mostly hard deep inside her.

“Thank you.” Soft words. All heart. All heat.

I looked at her, unable to catch my breath for a moment. “Thank you.” I kissed her cheek, knowing I was going to hurt her. I was going to break her. I slid out of her, noticing the way that she winced.

I stood up, took care of the condom, and got her a wet washcloth. I gently cleaned her before I pulled on my jeans and didn’t say a word. Somebody scored the winning goal behind us, and I wasn’t paying attention. Instead, I walked to the back of the house, to my bedroom, into my shower. I turned on the spray, not caring if it was hot or cold, and stood there in my jeans, body shaking.

Tears slid down my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized they were there. I hadn’t broken my vows. I knew that. Courtney was gone. That wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t cheating. I knew that. I loved my wife. I would always love her. But being with Kiera in that moment was not Courtney. And I was good with that. I was happy with that.

And that was why I needed to breathe.

Footsteps padded behind me, and then Kiera was there, wearing her shirt and shorts, and she wrapped her arms around me. I held her close, needing her scent even in the shower, and finally let out the deep breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding.