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Looking down between her legs, she gripped my cock, slick with her saliva, and rubbed it along her equally wet pussy until I was at her entrance. With a grunt she pushed down, seating me fully inside of her so fast I had to grab onto her pillows in an effort not to cum. While I loved it when Nora submitted to me, it was also sexy as fuck to watch her ride me. Her pussy rippled around me as she planted her hands on my chest and rose up, her eyes closed in a look of ecstasy.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned as she slammed her hips back down, “ride that dick.”
Her only reply was to toss her head back and rock her hips up and down on my cock until I was minutes away from cumming. The red tips of her nipples begged for my attention as she bounced up and down on me, her pussy tightening until I was about to beg for mercy. Reaching up, I squeezed her nipple hard between my fingers, tugging at the tip and twisting a little.
Nora gasped, her back arching as she collapsed forward, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone as she came all over my cock.
The warm rush and tight squeeze of her sex was my undoing and I grabbed her ass and slammed myself into her repeatedly as I came so fucking hard I think I forgot to breathe.
We both came down slowly together, our hips moving lazily as we continued to fuck despite my cum sliding out of her. An incredible warmth suffused every muscle in my body and I felt completely wrung out as Nora grew still on top of me. I was still semi-hard inside of her and when her pussy gave a soft ripple up and down my shaft I grunted in pleasure.
“Sleepy,” Nora murmured against my chest. “Nap time.”
“Yeah, baby girl,” I agreed as my eyelids grew heavy, “Nap time.”
Having Nora in my arms, my cock inside of her, and her satiated body spread out over me was heaven. I gave her forehead a kiss before shifting to a more comfortable position, making sure I stayed inside of her. She was already asleep, and as I drifted off I did it with a smile.
Epilogue
Nora
11 months later
I was standing alone in the middle of my bedroom at Shyla’s empty house when a sudden realization hit me.
This was no longer my bedroom.
I mean, it was still my room as far as Shyla was concerned, but I didn’t actually live here anymore.
The pretty four poster bed with its fluffy pillows hadn’t been slept in for…months. Instead, I’d somehow spent every night at Tyler’s place without a second thought. I was going to spend the night there tonight as well, and had just come back to grab an old photo album that I wanted to show Tyler of my family. We were going to Oklahoma for the holidays so Tyler could officially meet my parents, so I wanted him to know who everyone I’d grown up with was before we got there.
Rubbing my fingers over the rough leather of the album in my arms, I slowly scanned the room, only a few bits and pieces of my life left. These rooms, this beautiful house by the ocean, had been my refuge after the shit storm my ex had unleashed on my world. But as luxurious as Shyla’s house was, no longer felt like my home. Probably because it wasn’t. At some point during the last few months, I’d moved in with Tyler, even though I liked to pretend that I didn’t. Shyla’s house had been a safety net, a place I knew I could find refuge at if things went bad with Tyler. But I no longer worried about that. I knew—hell, everyone knew—that Tyler was my man and I was his woman. Period. End of story.
I let out a sigh of relief as my panic didn’t even stir at the thought of Tyler being mine forever. In fact, my heart gave a happy flutter that sent sparkles of joy through me. A few weeks ago, I finally broke down and told Tyler I loved him—three months after he told me. We both knew I was as head over heels into him as he was into me, but he never pressured me to say it until I was ready. Patient, kind, and an amazing lover—Tyler was the total package. Sure, there were things about him that annoyed me, like his inability to hang up his wet towels and tracking sand everywhere, but the tradeoffs for putting up with his funky towels and gritty floors were huge.
Not only did I get Tyler’s love and affection, but I’d been accepted into his loud and affectionate family with open arms. My days were busier than ever, but I was fulfilled and happy in a way I’d never even imagined. Tyler was a good Daddy in every way, and I know it was his influence in my life that gave me the courage to really embrace the world. He was my rock, my safety net, and I loved him so deeply. I never wanted to let him go.
