teasing her with the head of my throbbing cock, but it would tease me worse. I plunged inside.
Abbey's back arched on the dining room table as I stretched her around me. I had gotten her so wet, but she was still so tight. Feelings of pleasure swelled around me, and for a second I thought she might make me come the second that I entered her.
I pushed inside slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tightness around me. I ran a hand up her stomach and pushed down between her breasts. She moaned at my strength as I pushed her back against the table. Abbey's eyes rolled back in her head, and I told myself to remember that moment forever.
I filled her completely, grunting as I did. Abbey made me feel so strong and manly. I wanted her to feel like a beautiful, petite princess; a beautiful, petite princess getting fucked hard.
She must've sensed it coming, because Abbey began to pull me in with her legs. I sped up, one hand on her hips to pull her back to me. She began to cry out with every thrust, and the table began to let out a dull, wooden scrape along the floor.
Dragging my nails down her body, I took in every sensation. I took in every sound, every movement of her body. Abbey was the most beautiful thing on the planet. As her cries got higher and higher, I sped up. I knew she was getting close, and I wasn't far behind.
I felt the tension growing in my stomach. I saw Abbey's eyes opened wide, and with both hands on her hips, I gave her all I had. The two of us came together, two explosions from two separate bodies, but one shared heavenly experience.
Her back arched, and I wrapped a hand around her and pulled her up right against my body. As pleasure surged through me, I held the beautiful woman against me. She twitched and cried out as I held her. Her body fit me just right, and I wanted to go back to years and kick my own ass. Where would we have been breakup never happened? I did know the answer, and I wasn't about to let it ever happen again.
"I'm not letting you go. Not again." I whispered the sweetest things I could think of in her ear as she shivered and shook in my arms.
I carried Abbey to her bedroom and laid her down in the soft sheets. We slept the sleep of the dead wrapped in each other's arms. My sleep was dark, dreamless, and restful. It was the best night’s sleep I could remember in two years.
We slept for almost twelve hours. After a workout the previous night, I figured I could skip my run for the day. Besides, it was impossible to call myself away from Jonah’s strong, sturdy body. I laid beside him in the predawn and tried to wrap my head around the thing that was Jonah and I. It was messy, complicated, even dangerous, but it was the best thing. It was imperfect and magical.
I knew he and I would talk. Maybe we would talk about kids, and maybe we wouldn't. I tried to tell myself that it was too early to think about, but it was there anyway. It was something I truly wanted, and I know wouldn't go away.
With the aroma of coffee floating through my house, I could hear Jonah stirring. When I heard him coming down the hallway, I poured him a mug. Two sugars, no milk. He took it with a sleepy smile. "Thanks."
His voice was gravel. He cleared his throat and took a sip. I watched the Jonah for a few minutes. Was he really fantasy come true? Firefighter, hero, sex god; checkmark on all three.
"You know," the sleep was finally out of Jonah's eyes. "I came here last night ready to lay it all on the line. I wanted to tell you how I felt about kids and how I felt about you."
I smiled, "Now is as good a time as any."
He raised his mug in my direction, "I know it's only been two days, but these kids are phenomenal. They are just amazing, and I love working with them. I thought about what it would be like to have kids of my own. Scary. Definitely scary, but I think it's a scary that I want."
I could hear the emotion in his voice, but I had to jump in. "Jonah, I'm not dying for kids this
Abbey's back arched on the dining room table as I stretched her around me. I had gotten her so wet, but she was still so tight. Feelings of pleasure swelled around me, and for a second I thought she might make me come the second that I entered her.
I pushed inside slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tightness around me. I ran a hand up her stomach and pushed down between her breasts. She moaned at my strength as I pushed her back against the table. Abbey's eyes rolled back in her head, and I told myself to remember that moment forever.
I filled her completely, grunting as I did. Abbey made me feel so strong and manly. I wanted her to feel like a beautiful, petite princess; a beautiful, petite princess getting fucked hard.
She must've sensed it coming, because Abbey began to pull me in with her legs. I sped up, one hand on her hips to pull her back to me. She began to cry out with every thrust, and the table began to let out a dull, wooden scrape along the floor.
Dragging my nails down her body, I took in every sensation. I took in every sound, every movement of her body. Abbey was the most beautiful thing on the planet. As her cries got higher and higher, I sped up. I knew she was getting close, and I wasn't far behind.
I felt the tension growing in my stomach. I saw Abbey's eyes opened wide, and with both hands on her hips, I gave her all I had. The two of us came together, two explosions from two separate bodies, but one shared heavenly experience.
Her back arched, and I wrapped a hand around her and pulled her up right against my body. As pleasure surged through me, I held the beautiful woman against me. She twitched and cried out as I held her. Her body fit me just right, and I wanted to go back to years and kick my own ass. Where would we have been breakup never happened? I did know the answer, and I wasn't about to let it ever happen again.
"I'm not letting you go. Not again." I whispered the sweetest things I could think of in her ear as she shivered and shook in my arms.
I carried Abbey to her bedroom and laid her down in the soft sheets. We slept the sleep of the dead wrapped in each other's arms. My sleep was dark, dreamless, and restful. It was the best night’s sleep I could remember in two years.
We slept for almost twelve hours. After a workout the previous night, I figured I could skip my run for the day. Besides, it was impossible to call myself away from Jonah’s strong, sturdy body. I laid beside him in the predawn and tried to wrap my head around the thing that was Jonah and I. It was messy, complicated, even dangerous, but it was the best thing. It was imperfect and magical.
I knew he and I would talk. Maybe we would talk about kids, and maybe we wouldn't. I tried to tell myself that it was too early to think about, but it was there anyway. It was something I truly wanted, and I know wouldn't go away.
With the aroma of coffee floating through my house, I could hear Jonah stirring. When I heard him coming down the hallway, I poured him a mug. Two sugars, no milk. He took it with a sleepy smile. "Thanks."
His voice was gravel. He cleared his throat and took a sip. I watched the Jonah for a few minutes. Was he really fantasy come true? Firefighter, hero, sex god; checkmark on all three.
"You know," the sleep was finally out of Jonah's eyes. "I came here last night ready to lay it all on the line. I wanted to tell you how I felt about kids and how I felt about you."
I smiled, "Now is as good a time as any."
He raised his mug in my direction, "I know it's only been two days, but these kids are phenomenal. They are just amazing, and I love working with them. I thought about what it would be like to have kids of my own. Scary. Definitely scary, but I think it's a scary that I want."
I could hear the emotion in his voice, but I had to jump in. "Jonah, I'm not dying for kids this
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