She’s pounding the bed with her fists as Isuck her clit, and when she explodes, it’s spectacular. She’spulling my hair and screaming my name. Repeatedly.
I could win every lottery in America, and itwouldn’t even touch how amazing her reaction makes me feel.
After she comes down, and I’ve licked upevery drop of her nectar, I rip off a condom packet, tear it open,and roll that fucker on. Then I grab her legs, throw them over myshoulders, and slide intomypussy, knowing I’ve foundheaven on earth.
Christ, she’s so tight and so tiny. I’mafraid I’m going to hurt her.
Her hands are anchored on my hips and we’restaring into each other’s eyes. “I’m yours,” I tell her.
“I’m yours,” she whispers back.
Slowly, I start to stroke, and I keep asteady rhythm, feeling her tight channel flex around me. She’smeeting my thrusts and her fingers are digging into my ass.
“Ethan,” she calls. I keep stroking. “Ethan,”she says my name louder. “Ethan, look at me.” I stop, feeling thesweat that’s beaded up all over my body.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with awoman, and this is not any woman. Theresa is my woman, and I wanther in every way I can have her with an intensity I’ve never feltbefore. Even though I got her off already, I’m not going toslam-bam-thank-you-ma’am her. Not now, and not ever. This woman,mywoman, deserves better.
I’m gazing at her sweet face. Her pupils aredilated, and her cheeks are flushed.
“Let go, honey.” She squeezes my ass. “I’mnot made of glass. Go ahead and let go.”
I want it to last, but her pussy is sofuckin’ tight. I’m at the end of my control and she’s giving mepermission to ride her hard.
“It’s so good, baby. I wanna blow rightnow.”
“So blow. Take all you want, as much as youwant, however you want it. I’ll be right here waiting formore.”
The light in her golden-brown eyes isdancing, and I know I’ll be driving back to Connecticut tomorrowmorning with zero sleep.
***
After hours of the most energetic, fuckin’fantastic sex of my life, Theresa is lying in my arms clinging tome after telling me the story of her father, his brother, andAlessandro Di Caro. She explained why she didn’t say anything inher letters, telling me she’s being mindful of my position. “Iwould never put anything about a Don in a letter,” she says.
Here, in the early hours of the morning,before the light of day has broken, she has shared deep personalstories about herself and her family, and once again, I’m humbledshe loves and trusts me.
“You should know,” she says, “I told Laura Ihave a man, and he’s ‘the one.’”
“Well, I fuckin’ hope so.”
She laughs and tugs my earlobe. “She and Bazcan’t wait to meet you.”
“I can’t wait to meet them, your folks, yourcrazy cousins, your nieces, and Boo. I can’t wait until you meetTrask and his family, and my mom and dad. I want to take you toFiddler’s Rest. I want to go to California and meet the rest ofyour family. I want it all, baby. You. Your family. My family, andmost of all, our family.”
She’s leaning on my chest, running herfingers through my chest hair, her nails zinging straight to mydick. We’ve fucked all night. How my dick is even working right nowis a wonder.
“How many?” she asks.
“How many what?”
“How many kids you want?”
Theresa and my kids. The thought of it gutpunches me. “At least two. You?”
“Two or three. Depending on whether we getone of each with two, or we have to keep going.”
“Let’s say three since I’d like to see yoursmile on as many faces as we can make.”
She lifts up and touches her lips to mine.“Three then.” She pokes me in the chest. “You better finish up thiscase soon. I’m nearly thirty-two, and if we’re having three kids,we need to get on that soon.”