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“Dad, I forgot to tell you something,” Isaac says entering the kitchen, and we jump apart.
We exchange a guilty smile before I turn my attention to Isaac.
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I’m nervous as I carry the wine and wine glasses to the living room and place them on the coffee table. I’m worried about Mila’s reaction when I tell her. Still, it has to be done.
I pour us both a glass of merlot and hand one to her. “I hope you like merlot?”
She smiles, and my heart skips a beat. She’s so gorgeous. For a second, I rethink my decision to have that talk with Mila. Then I come back to my senses. I remind myself that I care about her, and that’s the reason I want to do it.
“I do, thanks,” she says.
She takes the glass, and as our fingers touch, sparks leap from her hand to mine. She jerks a little, and I know she felt it too. I pick up my glass and choose the couch opposite Mila. If I sit too close to her, I’ll get distracted by her proximity.
I take a huge gulp of wine for courage. I ask her about her day and tell her a little about mine. I never used to share the details of my work with Brenda. She said it left her feeling low, hearing all the sad details of human suffering. I understood her and learned to keep things to myself.
I make sure that I don’t tell Mila any sad things. I don’t tell her about the downtown fire where we lost one person, a husband and dad. Instead, I tell her about the Spider-Man wannabe who got stuck on the second story of a building and got a panic attack.
I love to hear her laugh. She laughs with her whole body. Everything shakes, and she throws her head back.
Mila keeps up with my speed of drinking the wine. Her skin glows, and she looks so freaking gorgeous. As I hand her the last glass, I’m unable to resist, and I lean in and kiss her on the mouth. I go back to my seat.
I smile to soften what I’m about to say. “There’s something we need to talk about.”
“Mmm,” she says and looks at me over the rim of her glass. “Sounds serious.”
“It’s not,” I say quickly.
“That’s good because I have something I want to do first,” she says and uncurls her legs from beneath her body where they are tucked.
She stands and places her wine glass on the table and sashays to me. I’m transfixed as she takes my glass and places it on a stool. Her hands reach for the hem of her dress, and she slowly inches it up. My cock instantly hardens as she reveals her legs and then her thighs to me.
I’m not breathing. Mila stops when she reaches the tops of her thighs. Then she raises one leg, arranges it on one side of mine, and does the same with the other. My cock jerks as her bare pussy comes in contact with it. I hiss.
She peels the straps of her dress from each shoulder as she shifts her weight. Then she pulls down the dress to expose her tits, covered in a lace bra. She drops her hands, throwing the ball in my court to do as I please.
I lick each of her nipples through her bra. She sucks in a breath as I undo the front clasp of her bra and free her tits. I immediately capture one nipple in my mouth and suck and then flick it with my tongue.
“Your tits feel so good,” I tell her between mouthfuls.
“I love what you’re doing,” she says and shifts, sliding her pussy over my hard cock.
“Do that again, babe,” I tell her.
She does, sliding her bare pussy over my cock.
My cock jerks and fights against the constraints of my trousers. I turn my attention back to pleasing Mila. I want to hear her moans and cries. Her eyes darken with need as I rub my thumbs over her nipples and play with them.
She places her hand under my chin and lifts my head. Our lips meet, and we kiss passionately and with an urgency that we did not have before. Mila runs her hands through my hair and neck.
“I want your cock inside me,” she says, and I almost creamed myself.
She fumbles with my belt. Without breaking the kiss, I undo my belt and zip and pull down my trousers and briefs while she’s still on my lap. I kick them off and then settle back down. I place my hands on her ass as she bites my lower lip.
“I have to have you now, Brad,” she says, her voice husky with need.
“Ride me, Mila,” I tell her.
She lifts her dress and pulls it over her neck in one movement, and then tosses it to the ground. She places one hand on my shoulder and then poises herself over my cock before slowly lowering herself on it. I close my eyes as her tight wet pussy envelops me. I knead her sweet ass as I try to keep myself under control.
