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The second stroke is faster, deeper. Oakley moans, thrashing her head against my pillow. For a moment I take in the sight of her dark hair sprawled over my light dove grey pillow, her lips swollen from our kiss, her eyes heavy with desire and her dusky nipples taut with arousal.
Fuck, I can’t wait longer. I need her now.
I thrust again, and this time I don't hold back. I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, but there's none.
A slow smile spreads over her face as she starts to buck her hips in time to my thrusts. I feel her pussy begin to clasp my dick and reach between our bodies rubbing her clit with my thumb. Within a matter of seconds, she clenches my dick, and I thrust hard one last time.
We both explode together, my dick emptying itself into her, her walls clamping down and milking me dry.
Our breaths are hastened gasps when our eyes finally meet again. The first thing that comes to mind as I look into her flushed face is that once will never be enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.
Sunday morning, I wake up as the sun teases me through the window. Oakley’s body is wrapped around mine, her hair still sprawled over my pillow. I sigh contently and know that I should let her sleep. I’ve stopped counting the times we made love since she arrived on Friday and she was bound to be sore this morning, but I can’t seem to help myself.
My hand strokes her back, and I press a kiss against her sleep-swollen lips. She moans, and a smile forms over her mouth.
"Please tell me it wasn't a dream," she whispers with her eyes closed.
I laugh. “If it was we’re both still dreaming.”
Her eyes float open lazily, watching me before her hand on my chest starts to trail south.
“Aren’t you sore, baby?” I ask with concern.
She smiles and reaches for my dick, squeezing it before she starts to stroke my balls.
"I feel as though I've spent the whole weekend making love…in fact, I think the best exercise for sore muscles is repeating the exercise don't you think?"
I laugh at her explanation and roll her on top of me. Before I can make a move, she lifts her hips and slides onto my morning wood. As soon as I'm fully sheathed inside of her, she starts rocking her hips back and forth. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders like a waterfall, hiding her breasts from my view, the best fucking sight I've ever had in the morning.
Oakley throws back her head as we feel the heat building and we both reach our climax at the same time. We’re in total sync.
It bothers me that I think of my weekend with Oakley as making love, but what happened between us was a lot more than just fucking.
After we take a leisurely shower and wash each other's bodies, we head downstairs. I make us each an omelet while Oakley brews us coffee. The simpli
city and domesticity of the action warms my heart. When was the last time I made breakfast for a woman, the last time I wanted a woman to spend the night? Especially two nights in a row?
I'm not ready for our weekend together to end just yet. We need to talk about where this is going, and Vayda will be back soon. We sit down at the breakfast table and eat our breakfast in silence before Oakley finally speaks.
“I enjoyed this weekend Levi. Thank you.”
Her words just about crush me. This is it. We need to decide where we’re going with this, and I don’t think either of us are ready for it to end, but we both know the risks we’re taking by continuing our affair.
I sigh and drag a hand through my hair, still damp from the shower. “Fuck, Oakley. Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.”
“You did, Levi. You did more than you could ever imagine,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
“We said we’re going to take this weekend to see what’s between us, so what is this, baby?” I ask, hoping she’ll look at me. It’s as if something shut off in her mind ever since we stepped out of the shower.
She finally meets my gaze and can’t help but wonder if there’s disappointment in her eyes.
“I don’t know, Levi. All I know is that we’ll hurt a lot of people if they find out, but… I’m not ready to let you go.” The honesty of her words makes my heart leap in my chest.
"Good." I sigh. "I'm not letting you go. No one has to know about this, not just yet. We can still take some time. I don't like sneaking around any more than you do, but it has to be that way for a little while longer at least."
Oakley nods and a grin slips onto her face. “So you like sneaking around with me, huh?”
I love her sass. “You like sneaking around just as much.” I glance toward the kitchen counter and back at Oakley watching her cheeks glow with embarrassment remembering Friday night. I smile at her smugly knowing she’d never be able to walk into my kitchen again and not think about that.
