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I pull back and meet her gaze. “You sure?”
She responds by rocking her hips, her wet folds gliding along my shaft. “Oh, I’m definitely sure. Now hurry before I die,” she whispers, reaching between us and guiding my cock to her entrance.
All it takes is one thrust.
One amazing, surreal thrust, and I’m gone.
Overwhelmed.
She feels too good, too perfect, and even though I try to retain control, the way her body squeezes me doesn’t help. It’s no use. I pull out and rock forward, filling her completely once more.
Her nails dig into my back as she arches up, drawing me even deeper inside of her warm, tight body. It’s all I can do not to lose it right here and now, but somehow, I manage to hold off my release, at least for a few more minutes.
I know instantly when Blair’s orgasm hits. My name flies from her lips as her internal muscles grip my cock so tight it triggers my own release. A tingle races up my spine just as my balls draw up tight, and even though I want to close my eyes and ride out the waves of euphoria, I don’t. Instead, I focus on the woman below me, the one squeezing the life out of my dick and scratching at my shoulders as she mumbles my name over and over again.
My arms seem to give out, my entire body sated and spent. I roll her to the side, pinning her smaller body between mine and the back of the couch. Blair stretches out beside me, dislodging my cock and creating quite a mess in the process. That’s when it hits me.
“Shit, uh, Blair?”
“Mmm,” she mumbles, sliding a leg over my hip and curling into my chest as slumber pulls at her.
My heart pounds in my chest. Hard. “We didn’t use any protection.”
Her eyes open and she gives me her complete attention. “I’m on birth control. I have an IUD, and I was tested earlier in the year.” A slight blush creeps up her already flushed neck. “I’m not exactly sexually active often, Gabe.”
A lump forms in my throat. How in the world does this incredibly beautiful, sexy woman not have men beating down her door? But since that’s not a question I can ask, I focus on the conversation we probably should have had before we went at it like rabbits on my couch. “I’m clean too. I have to test regularly through work and haven’t been with anyone since my last test.”
Blair nods and snuggles my chest once more. I admit, she feels damn good tucked against me. So much so, just lying here with her in my arms starts to put thoughts in my head. Thoughts I haven’t entertained since my wife walked out on me, running from this small Wisconsin town so fast her feet practically smoked.
I know I should pull away. I should get up, send her back upstairs alone to my bed, and forget how soft her skin feels against mine…but I know I can’t. I won’t.
No, I won’t ever forget this night.
I won’t ever forget Blair O’Connor.
“You ready?” I ask, finding Blair standing at my kitchen window and looking at the snow.
She turns around, coffee cup in her hand, and flashes me a quick smile. But there’s something there in that grin. A combination of sadness and hesitancy that almost has me asking her to stay.
But that’s crazy.
We don’t even know each other.
Blair is here to visit my sister and part of her family for Christmas tomorrow, and then she’ll return home to Indiana, six hours away from here. And who knows how long it’ll be before she visits again. I know she doesn’t have the best relationship with her father, so the likelihood she’ll be back in Pine Village anytime soon is not probable.
I grab the grocery bag I gave her to help carry her belongings, ignoring the desire I have to check to see if she’s wearing that pink lacy thong I discovered last night, but I no longer have the right, if I ever really had it to begin with.
I take the bag and her hand and escort her out the back door. The walkway is clear of snow, as is my driveway. Once the sun started to peek through the blinds this morning, I reluctantly got up, leaving Blair sleeping soundly—and very naked—on the couch. I began clearing the snow from my own property and then set out to dig her stranded vehicle from the snow. Fortunately, the plows were already running, so I was able to get to her car quickly. After another thirty minutes of shoveling, I had her car free and ready to roll.
Blair climbs into the passenger seat of my running truck and I have to ignore how great she looks sitting there. I climb into the driver’s seat and slowly back out of the driveway.
“I’m glad we can make the return trip in a truck,” she replies somewhat awkwardly.
I nod and flash her a quick grin, my tongue too thick to speak.
I hate this, and I don’t know why.
Because you want her to stay.
