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Every part of me is sore as I draw my fingers out and carefully pull her leg from over my shoulder. I know she’s going to be just as sore as I am since she whimpers when I drop her trembling leg softly on the mattress.
“Look what you do to me, angel. I’ve never cum so much in my life. It’s all for you,” I say as I rub my cum into the skin of her soft, lower belly. I meet her hooded eyes as I swipe a finger through my release and spread it over her still-pulsing clit, making her belly cave in. “All for you.”
When the last drop is spent and rubbed in, I collapse on top of her with my head between her pillowy, soft breasts, completely sated. She slips her fingers through my hair, slicking back the sweaty strands from my forehead as we catch our breath. I can hear her heart pounding fast in her chest beneath my ear, and it’s one of my new favorite sounds.
My cock twitches where it’s trapped between us, our combined fluids coating our bellies. I close my eyes and smile in satisfaction as sleep pulls me under, imagining what it would be like to fall asleep just like this every night.
I love my life.
Chapter 20
Shayla
If Mom and Dad knew what James and I just did, they’d have a lot more than just a few concerns. This is usually when I would start freaking out and run out of the room. I wait for it to come, but all I feel is bone-deep contentment at the moment—body lax and mind blissed out post-orgasm.
But then I shiver as a draft cools my heated skin. Not only that, but I’m covered in so many fluids, and my milk is leaking, chilling me further.
“James.” I nudge his head, and he grunts. “We need to get up and clean off.”
“Sleep now. Clean up later,” he mumbles, half asleep already.
I can’t help it. I giggle, which leads to his head bobbing up and down on my chest, which makes me snort and laugh even harder. I’m abruptly cut off when he turns his head and kisses the sensitive underside of my breast. I moan softly but gently push against his forehead.
“No more of that. We really do need to clean up in case one of the babies wakes up.” I suck in a breath. Babies…
Oh my god, what was I thinking? One more stroke. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than how good—scratch that—how spectacularly euphoric it was to have James drive in and out of my body, first with his tongue, then his fingers, and finally his cock. So dangerous.
When I shiver again, it’s not because of the cold. My freak-out was just delayed by my orgasmic high. But then James licks some of my milk that’s still trickling down my breast and swirls his tongue around my sensitive nipple. I moan, slipping away into his touch.
I frown when he groans and climbs off of me and the bed, having momentarily forgotten that I told him we needed to clean up. Instead of helping to pull me up by the hand when I reach for him, he scoops me into his arms, with an arm under my back and one under my knees. I hold onto him with my arms around his neck as he steps into his en-suite and sets me down on my feet to turn on the shower.
I’m distracted from the startling reflection of the thoroughly ravaged woman I see in the mirror when James stretches his arms high above him, fully naked, with his half-erect cock bobbing between his legs. I turn to study his body, which is carved to perfection, and mentally trace the cut lines of his lean frame, his corded arms, and the dark hair trimmed at the base of his impressively large cock that grows thicker and longer under my gaze.
“Are you seriously hard again?”
He grimaces and palms his dick. “I’m always hard around you.”
“That sounds…painful.”
“You have no idea.”
He abandons his cock to test the water, and when it’s warm enough, he pulls me into the shower with him and closes the curtain. Despite everything he just did to my body a few minutes ago, I find myself suddenly feeling shy as he lathers his hands with soap and washes me, especially when he skates his hands over my lower belly pooch to wash away his cum.
He presses his cock against my lower back as his hands roam over my skin, paying extra attention to my inner thighs. My skin tingles under his tender touch, and when his fingers slide over my pussy lips, my core clenches, and I wince. I’m sore. Of course, I’m sore. His cock is huge and stretched me to my limits, which felt delicious at the time, but now stings. I hiss when he grazes my clit.
James whispers an apology and pulls away to wash himself. I turn to face him and take the soap from his hands, lathering my own so I can wash him. It’s so sensual and deeply private, and I could cry at how beautiful it is to feel so closely connected to another person. To be connected in this way to James—only James—the man I’ve been intrigued by ever since he moved in over a year ago.
My soapy fingers brush against his hard dick standing straight and proud, and I start to pull away. But then I repeat the action, growing bolder, teasing him by gripping him at the base under the guise of cleaning him off.
“Angel. My angel,” he whispers before cupping my face, tipping my head back, and pressing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss as I work my hand up and down, tightening my grip around his shaft when he rocks his hips and moans.
James slides his hands down to cup my breasts and squeeze them, making my milk bead at the tips. I’m forced to let go of his cock when he sits on the lip of the tub and positions me to stand between his legs. He takes over jacking his cock as he wraps his lips around my left nipple, suckling what’s left of my milk, and then drains the other side before bringing himself to completion.
I slick back his wet, black hair so I can see his striking blue eyes. They’re hooded and so soft for me, making my heart flip.
“James. My James,” I whisper so low that I’m not sure he heard me, but then he nods and pulls me in for a sweet kiss.
We part to wash his new release from our bodies. When we’re done and finish drying off, there’s no discussion about getting dressed and going home. He lifts me and lays me down naked in the middle of his bed, slides in beside me, and pulls the covers over us. Weeks worth of distress from sleeping apart have been washed away, replaced with a profound sense of relief and peace that I’ll get to sleep next to James tonight.
