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I felt tears gathering in my eyes.
I wasn’t a crier.
I saw no point in crying because it got me a whole bunch of nowhere.
But this man… boy, did he know the way to my heart.
And, because I didn’t know how to show emotion well due to being emotionally stunted since I was a young kid, I did what came naturally.
I threw myself at him, kissed the hell out of him, then started to rip at the clothes that were between us.
Sensing my desperation, he chuckled as he helped me move articles of clothing out of the way until his cock was bare against me.
I leaned forward, ignoring the smarting of my knees on the wooden swing, and lodged his cock at my entrance. Then, before I could think too far about how exposed we were, I sheathed his cock with my pussy.
One smooth, unhindered glide of sheer torture. All the way until I had my ass pressed to his lap, and my pussy spread open wide for him.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “You’re so deep.”
Today, I didn’t know what it was, but it felt like I could feel him in my soul.
Everything was stretched wide, even the depth of my vagina as I slowly used the swing back right behind Etienne’s head to pull myself up, then lower myself back down. Once. Twice. Over and over, I took him into me, and each time was just as exciting as the last.
His hands went up underneath the long t-shirt of his I was still wearing, the one that was doing a fairly good job of keeping what we were doing concealed—at least if you didn’t look too hard with me bouncing on him like I was—and squeezed my cheeks.
I grinned wickedly at him when his eyes narrowed on me when I started to slow down.
“Keep going,” he growled, pronouncing that command with a sharp lift of his hips.
I groaned, unable to help myself, and started riding him faster.
The hinges on the swing we were in were protesting my movement, but neither one of us stopped.
Hell, not even the arrival of a car that passed our house and went to the neighbor’s caused us to stop.
It was twilight now, nothing could be seen more than ten feet in front of you, which gave me a sense of security to ramp it up. To take him deeper. Harder.
I was right on the cusp of an orgasm when his hand lifted, and he pinched my nipple through his shirt.
I squeaked out a loud, “Holy cow!” before I fell over the edge.
My movements became erratic, and it was only Etienne’s grip on my hips that kept me going until he came, too.
I was a selfish lover. I’d gotten mine, then completely choked when it came to getting him his.
Not that he held a grudge or anything.
He lifted us not long after and took us both into the house—where he locked the door—before taking me directly to the shower.
There, he once again washed my hair.
Then he turned on YouTube.
Why?
Because he’d been practicing braiding.
And though it looked like a total mess, I was thankful nonetheless that he’d braided my hair.
We stayed up late into the night, and when I finally did fall asleep, it was with Etienne’s promise that soon, he would ask me properly and give me a ring.
I didn’t need to be asked properly or have a ring.
What I needed was right beside me the entire night.
CHAPTER 17
I’m not saying I’m attractive, but when I take my clothes off in the bathroom, I turn the shower on.
-Etienne to Matilda
ETIENNE
They say to always trust your instincts. My instincts were screaming at me to turn around and go back to my house.
For the first half a mile away from my house, I decided it was because I hadn’t wanted to leave a sleepy Mattie in my bed. For the following two miles, I convinced myself it was because I didn’t want to go to work.
It was just as I was arriving at the clinic that I decided to call her. She’d still be asleep, but hearing her voice, I decided, might help the feeling in my gut retreat.
But when I patted down my pocket for my phone, I realized I didn’t have it.
Was that why I felt the need to turn around the entire drive?
I didn’t know.
But I chose to turn around in the parking area of our newest construction site and go back home. Both for my phone and my peace of mind.
Not wanting to wake her up with the rumble of my bike, I shut it off at the end of the long road and coasted it to a stop at the end of my driveway.
Putting the stand down, I walked up the length of the drive, cut through the yard, and went around the back since the front door was much louder than the back.
