Teaching Willow: Session Four by Paige James

the knowledge that we truly fucked a flame into being. Willow gave herself to me. I poured myself into her.  And we will soon have a child that will live and breathe because of our love for one another.
    When I part her slim thighs and inhale the sweet scent of her arousal, my heart expands to a capacity I never thought myself capable of, making my first taste of her nearly intoxicating.  It’s with a deeper desire, a more profound passion that I drive my tongue into her, that I lap up every drop of her climax.
    With her fingers tugging my hair, urging me up to cover her, I ease my cock into her hot, wet body, shuddering at the intensity of the sensation, at the feeling of being home and life being worth living again.
    “God, I’ve missed this,” I tell her, withdrawing and sliding back into her, inch by slow inch.  “I’ve missed you.”  I kiss her, long and deep, my tongue matching the movements of my body in hers.
    “No amount of masturbating could take away this ache,” she pants to me.  “Nothing can satisfy me like you do.  Nothing in the world.”
    I pause, teasing her with short, circular strokes.  “You masturbated, thinking of me?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Blood throbs in my shaft.  “Did you finger yourself, wishing it was my cock?” I ask, thrusting into her a little more forcefully, the image of her pleasuring herself pushing me harder.
    “Yes,” she admits breathily.  “I even bought a vibrator that has a piece for back here,” she says, guiding my hand around her hip to her ass cheek.  “I know how much you like that.”
    My pulse is racing and my body is begging me to pound into her, to stab her deep, but I’m holding back.
    “But you like it, too, right?” I ask, trying to hold on to my control.
    “I love it, baby. I fucking love it,” she growls passionately, her body tightening around mine like a silky fist.
    “I fucking love you,” I groan.  “Oh god!”
    Willow lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, begging me to go deeper.  My muscles tremble with the effort to resist, to hold back for her and for the baby.
    “Ebon, let go,” she whispers.
    “I-I’m afraid.  The baby…”
    “You won’t hurt her.  You won’t hurt either of us.  Now fuck me like you mean it.  Fuck me like you love me.”
    With a growl of my own, I pull out and slam back into her, reveling in the way she gasps.  “Like that, baby?”
    “Yes!”
    She writhes beneath me and I bend to take a nipple into my mouth, biting lightly on it as I spread her legs wider and bang my body into hers.  Willow raises her knees to take more of me just before she explodes around my cock, her pussy sucking at me like a sweet, dripping mouth. One more thrust is all I can give her before I’m following her over the edge, spewing into her, spilling my love into hers.
    “I love you, Ebon Daniels,” she cries, her legs clenching around me.
    “And I love you, Willow.  It was always you.  My Willow.”
    The last thing I feel is the wetness of her tears hitting my cheek as I press my face to hers. 
     
     

EPILOGUE- WILLOW
     
    Three months later
     
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask Ebon as we pull to a stop exactly one block away from my parents’ house.
    The smile he gives me is steady and unwavering, much like Ebon himself.  “Absolutely.  You need this.  And I want this for you, for our future.”
    I inhale deeply and exhale slowly.  “Alright. You asked for it.”
    He reaches over to take my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.  “I did.  Because I’d do anything for you.  And I know how important this is.”
    I lean my head against the headrest and just stare at this wonderful man.  “How in the world did I get so lucky?”
    “Luck had nothing to do with it. It was fate, plain and simple. You were made for me.  Just for me.”
    I smile into his luminous eyes.  I love his possessiveness.  It’s thrilling to be wanted so much and comforting to be cared for so much.  As long as Ebon