Page 20 of Labor of Love

“Yesss.” The word’s more of a hiss while he works me quicker each time. As my heels begin to dig into the bed and buck, he stands. My pussy stays connected to his mouth, as my top half hangs upside down. I lock my ankles behind his neck. “Oh, God, Stetson,” I gasp, blood rushing to my head.

I’m caught between not wanting this moment to end and completely letting go. Everything tenses within, chasing the most beautiful pleasure I never imagined possible; I shake as my vision blurs. Slowly, he eases up, laying me flat on the bed. My breath fights to even out alongside the pounding of my heart.

“Watching your body fall apart for me is the most beautiful fucking sight, Layla.”

“It’s yours to use any time.” What am I even saying?

He hovers above and my hand lifts to hold the back of his neck.

“Those are dangerous words, Layla.” Stetson stares down at me. “You just obliterated every sane thought I had.”

“I never knew a mouth could make me feel like that.” Oral was one thing we skipped our first time. “How about that cock now?” Boldy, I kiss him, tasting myself.

“I’ve fisted my cock so many times remembering the way you felt.” Stetson presses into me, still fully clothed, his arousal against me. “I’m gonna slide into your warm wet pussy now.” His mouth clasps on to a sensitive spot behind my ear, stifling my breath.

My legs spread as my hands graze down his back. “Then take these off.” My hands fiddle with his shorts. Stetson pulls back, standing before me. Stripping down, he watches me, my mouth gaping at the naked sight of him. Now it’s my turn taking time to drag my eyes down his body. The V-line is a perfect runway to his dick standing proud. The soft light through my sheer curtains highlights every muscle. He’s a piece of sculpted art. His cock is thicker than I remember. My body humming, already anticipating his swollen tip entering me.

“If you’ve changed your mind.” His voice is pained as he strokes his cock. “We can sto––”

“Fuck me, Stetson.” Breathing out in frustration, my pussy aches.

“Condom?” Oh.

“Was sex really not in your plan?” Maybe he actually was trying to behave.

“Tried to behave.” His lips roll as he strokes himself.

“I’m not ovulating.” He raises an eyebrow. “I track my cycle daily like my life depends on it…well, technically someone else’s new life.” But we don’t need the semantics.

“I’m trusting you.” Settling between my legs, his eyes hold mine.

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STETSON

Layla’s grown more into a woman than when I last saw her in this position. She’s beautifully laid out in front of me. I'm so hard my balls ache. My cock slides up her pussy, the head hitting her clit as she inhales sharply. I’ve never gone bareback. The thought of Layla’s pussy in the rawest way has my heart hammering out of my chest.

“Stop teasing me,” she whines, her hips angling to catch my tip.

“All yours, Layla.” The head dips in and out slowly. Fuck, she’s tight.

“Give me all of you, Stetson.” She angles herself, moving to take more. Each thrust hits a little deeper as the sensation intensifies with her moans.

“All yours, baby.” My pace remains slow because this feels way too damn good. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“No condom’s wayyy better.” Her hands cup her tits.

“You’ve never gone bare?” Pride warms me.

“Only you, Stetson.” I can’t explain what those words do to me, but life is complete.

“Say it again.” And she does, over and over as each thrust scoots her higher on the bed, her tits bouncing about.

I press down on her lower stomach, and she squeals.

“I knew you’d like that, baby.” Her heels cling to my back letting me have my way with her.

“Yes!” Nails dig into my shoulders as she holds tight. “Ju-just like that.”