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I rode his thick cock until I came again. He was on the edge and holding back. My pussy started to throb and quiver, and Russ unloaded, filling my pussy with his warm cum. I collapsed against him, his cock still deep in my pussy, shuddering hard as Russ held me, gently kissing my neck, which I absolutely loved. It was sensitive as well as intimate and made me feel even closer to him. Like he might feel the same about me as I did about him.
Still flushed with desire, I wanted to test and see if the last time had been a fluke. I carefully prepped my asshole and started to shift my weight. “Are you sure?” he asked, taking me by the hips. “Yes, please,” I begged, edging on desperation. Wetting his own fingers, Russ got me ready like he had before. Pressing the warm head of his cock against my asshole, he had me lower myself slowly onto it. His throbbing shaft worked inch by inch into my asshole, getting him halfway in before I had to stop. “You okay?” he asked, looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah,” I said, nodding quickly. Taking several breaths to prepare myself, I put my hands on his broad shoulders and slowly started to bounce — working his cock in and out of my tight little asshole. It felt amazing being so close, and it felt even better than it did the last time. A shiver ran up my spine as Russ took me by the hips, making sure I didn’t hurt myself. It wasn’t long before we both came, me against him and Russ inside me, filling my asshole with his seed.
“Did that feel okay?” he asked, stroking my back, his cock still inside me. “Fuck, yes,” I said with a sigh. Climbing carefully down off of Russ, we dressed back into our clothes. He found the coffee mug and drained it while it was still tolerably warm.
“Where is Carly?” he asked, replacing the mug to the coaster, seemingly more on instinct than conscious choice. “Drew’s room. Down the hall, third door on the left.” Getting up in one smooth motion, Russ marched down the hall with great purpose, returning a few moments later with a still sleeping Carly in his arms. She looked even smaller than usual against his large frame. “Goodnight,” I tried, as he walked by, hoping to get one last kiss. “Yeah,” he said with absolute neutrality, not even looking my way. Trying to not let his sudden coldness get to me, I went to open the door for Russ so he wouldn’t have to disturb Carly. Keeping the door open, I stole a peek as he put her in the booster seat, wanting to see him more — as much as I could honestly. I would have taken a picture, but it wouldn’t have been the same, and there was a good chance that he would have noticed.
Returning to the couch and sitting where Russ had, I drained the wine glass and went into Drew’s room to check on him. My son was in the bean bag chair I had gotten him for reading, as a way to encourage his gift. A book was still in his hands. A bean bag chair wouldn’t have been my first thought. I had taken him to the store to buy a regular chair, and he had gotten the bright blue bean bag halfway to the check out before I had caught up with him, despite it being bigger than he was.
Taking the book gently from his hand, I returned it to its meticulously alphabetized spot on the bookshelf. My little boy got really upset when things were out of place, and I did my best to give him structure. Lifting him out of the bean bag, I tucked Drew into bed, kissing him tenderly on the forehead.
The bottle was almost empty when I went to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine. Emptying it. I went to the cellar, putting another unopened one in the fridge. My mother worried I was becoming an alcoholic though really, I just liked having it available in case I wanted it. I never had more than two glasses a day. Standing alone in the cold, empty kitchen, I got a feeling. Like a gentle squeezing in my chest. Nothing painful or alarming. Just a slight ache. It took a moment, but soon enough, I recognized the pang for what it was. I missed Russ and Carly. If anything, aside from them leaving, tonight had been a sample of what could be. The four of us would really make a beautiful family.
Chapter Fifteen
Ann
The thing about insomnia was it gave you a lot of time to think. This can be either a blessing or a curse depending on the situation. Late-night ruminations can bring one to the pits of despair when focused on something troublesome or the heights of joy when reveling in good luck. I was somewhere in the middle. Part of me was elated that I had been able to be with Russ again and to have met Carly, especially considering what a good friend she seemed to be to Drew.
