I huff out a laugh. “Mandy, baby, if you think for a second that you riding my cock, taking your pleasure from me, isn’t what I need, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“I can’t have kids,” she blurts.
“I have a daughter, and so do you.”
“I just didn’t know if you wanted that. I mean—never mind.”
“I never thought about having more kids after my divorce, to be honest with you. If I had found someone to share my life with, sure, it might have happened, but I have Bellamy.” I pause, debating my next words, but decide to lay it all out there. “I have Mia,” I add, and she sucks in a breath, her eyes snapping to mine.
“That’s where I’m at, Mandy. I’m in this. I know we have to talk to Bellamy. Fuck, baby, I know that’s going to be a hard conversation, but I want this with you. All of it. You, Mia, and whatever comes next.”
Pulling in a deep breath, she wipes at her eyes, braces her hands on my shoulders, and climbs up onto my lap. My cock nestles between her thighs, begging to feel more of her wet heat.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
“Fuck. I didn’t even think about a condom. I’m sorry,” I tell her. Shit, I didn’t come here for this, obviously. My apology earns me a kind smile.
“I trust you, Coach,” she says, smiling wide, and my heart stutters in my chest.
“It’s been a long time for me, longer than it has for you, and I’m safe,” I tell her.
“Me, too.”
Sitting up, I grip her hips. “I’m yours, Mandy. Take what you need. And before you say it, all I need is you. Any way I can have you.”
She leans in close and presses her lips to mine. She rises onto her knees, fists my cock, and guides me inside her. She takes her time, dropping slowly, and in all my life, I’ve never felt something so perfect. She doesn’t stop until she takes all of me, and her tight, wet pussy wraps around my cock, fitting me like a tailor-made glove.
“You were made for me,” I husk, my grip on her hips tightening. This isn’t my first time being bare. I was married, but it’s been a long damn time, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Like my soul is now connected to hers.
Like I can’t breathe without her.
My hand braces on her hip, my thumb pressing into the curve as if I need proof she’s real, that she’s here and not something I imagined in a lonely, sleepless haze. The other hand slides up, cradling her jaw, my fingers threading into her hair. I tilt her face toward mine, and then I kiss her. Not gentle, not careful. No, I kiss her with everything I’ve got.
I kiss her with every swallowed word and every almost-confession. With the ache of wanting her for too long and the fear that this could disappear just as quickly. My mouth moves against hers like I’m trying to memorize the shape of her, like I’m afraid this is the last time I’ll ever get to.
She makes this small sound somewhere from the back of her throat, and it wrecks me. I tighten my grip on her hip, drawing her closer until there’s no space left between us, no room for doubt or second thoughts. She clutches my shoulders as she bounces on my cock.
The world narrows to the warmth of her lips, the brush of her breath, the way her body fits against mine like it’s always known where to be. My heart pounds so hard, I’m sure she can feel it—a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
We lose ourselves in each other, in the connection we’ve fought so hard to resist, in the feeling of being one in the most intimate of ways. Part of my heart leaves my body and attaches itself to her, and I know with absolute certainty that I’ll never get it back.
“Will,” she says, her pussy squeezing me. She’s close.
“I’m right here, baby,” I whisper against her lips, before diving in for another kiss.
Both hands are now gripping her hips as I help her grind down on my cock. A low, deep moan fills the air, and I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine, but when she starts to cry out my name, “Wi—” I slam my lips back to her, swallowing her cries.
I can’t hold off any longer. The feel of her spasming around me has me losing control and spilling inside her. I kiss her until we’re both gasping for air, still feeling the aftereffect of our shared release. I rest my forehead against hers, wrapping my arms tightly around her, holding her close, while my cock is still buried inside her.
“Mandy,” I breathe. “I don’t know who I am without you,” I confess. I stand and carry her to the shower. She’s quiet as I turn on the water, but I don’t think much of it. It’s not until we’re under the hot spray that she speaks.
“We can’t tell her.”
I swear my heart cracks wide open. “We have to tell her.”
She nods. “I know, but not yet. Let’s just—make sure this is still what you want before we do.”
Bending my knees so that we’re eye to eye, I hold her stare. “I want you. I want Mia, and nothing will change that. We can’t keep this from her. That’s only going to make things worse. I lost her once, Mandy. I can’t lose her again.”