Page 62 of Tension

I shoved my seat all the way back. I lifted Chris easily, pulling her onto me so she straddled my dick. I bunched her dress up, gripping her ass underneath, my other hand sliding up her throat to pull her into a messy kiss.

Spit smeared across both our mouths, tongues pushing and dancing for dominance. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her open. I tore through the lace of her panties, ripping them apart so I could slide into her in one smooth stroke.

“Goddamn,” I groaned into her mouth, the sound mixing with her moans.

Her pussy was already pulsating, wet and hot around my shaft. I was buried so deep I could feel her clench around the head, that soft resistance stopping me from going deeper.

“You ready to cum all over your dick?” I wasn’t going to last long.

“Yes,” she begged. “Please. I want to feel you coat my walls!” Her head fell back; she was lost in our passion.

I locked my hands around her waist, burying my face between her breasts as I drove up into her. She slammed down to meet me, again and again, until her body seized and she came apart around me.

Chris was vibrating on top of me. I sucked the soft skin of her breast into my mouth, still pumping into her from the bottom.

Giving her exactly what she wanted, I let go.

“There it is,” I breathed. “You feel that? All my nut inside you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her body spasming again, milking every last drop from me as she collapsed against my chest.

I love you was on the tip of my tongue, but I held it in.

Now wasn’t the right time, but it was coming.

CHRIS

I stared at myself in the mirror, tugging at my jeans with a frown. They definitely hadn’t fit like this before. Over the past few weeks, I had been lounging around the house too much, not working like a good housewife. I wasn’t one, but if you looked around Vel’s place, you would think I was.

I had moved some of my stuff in. I hadn’t returned to my place, and things had calmed down. But I was always with Vel or at his place.

He complained nonstop about all my pillows and blankets, but was wrapped in them every night, ready to cuddle up with me.

“Bring ya ass on before we’re late,” Vel said, coming up behind me and pulling my back to his chest.

“Did you wash these on hot or something?” I asked, pouting as I struggled with the button. “My jeans won’t close.”

“Nah,” he said easily. “All this fuckin’ and eating out we been doin’ just makin’ that ass fatter.” He slapped my ass and walked out of the room. “You got ten minutes.”

I glanced back at my reflection. My ass was a little bigger. I hadn’t had much back there to begin with, so the difference showed. Folks always said good sex would spread your hips. I gave up on the jeans, grabbed a loose maxi dress, and slipped it on instead.

Vel was waiting by the door. I snatched his chocolate-covered pretzels off the table, and we headed out.

“I thought you didn’t like sweet and salty together,” he said as we drove to his gym.

I was tagging along to help with interviews today.

“I was hungry,” I said, popping a few in my mouth. “They’re not bad, but I still need real food before the gym.”

“We just ate breakfast,” he replied, shooting me a look. “And we already runnin’ late. You can’t wait till lunch?”

“I guess,” I said, suddenly self-conscious. I didn’t want to sound greedy, so I just kept quiet and kept eating his pretzels.

By the time we pulled up, I was still in my feelings about him calling me fat.

“Here,” Vel said, holding out his credit card. “Just order something to be delivered. Get me something different so we can share.”

I ignored the card, opened the car door, and headed toward the gym.