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I spread my legs wide, straddling him as he eased inside me. The weight of my own body was the driving force as I lowered myself delicately into his lap. The effect was electric. I swallowed him whole and was ready for more.
He wrapped his arms around me like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver. He tilted his head up, demanding a kiss. I responded and felt the connection on two levels—in my core andon my lips. There was a current of energy running through us, circling from one body to the next.
I began to move, making my own rhythm, coming to terms with what he meant to me. I loved him. I think I had always loved him but never wanted to admit that to myself. His cock, sliding up into me with every forward thrust, jolted me from my comfortable life. I didn’t want the job or the family or the friends if I couldn’t have this.
This bed, this man, and this act were all I cared about.
I wrapped myself around him, feeling his body moving within my own. We were two kindred spirits who had found each other. We were going to make a baby and live happily ever after. His hands raced down my body, pulling me against him with a force that took my breath away.
I felt the swell of the climax rising in my veins, and I strained against him harder. I wanted to feel all of him, feel him deep and dominant within my core. He drove me mad, reaching a place inside me that no one else had ever touched. I felt complete and free, riding my stallion all the way to heaven.
The dam broke and I planted myself firmly, welcoming every last thrust he had to give. Aftershocks gripped me, binding me to his pleasure as he dug into my core and planted his seed. His muscles tensed, and for a moment, we held each other so tightly that neither of us could move.
I put my head down against his shoulder when it was all over, feeling waves of relief wash over me. In a moment, tender Linc was back, and he gently detached from my body. Boneless, I shuffled off onto the mattress, lying flat and nude as he sat watching me.
By this time, I didn’t expect any afterglow. He would take a shower and put his clothes back on, leaving me to fend for myself. I was in my own home and couldn’t guarantee an empty house without offering him a ride. He had asked if he could spend the night, so I didn’t feel obligated to provide transportation. Still, it would have been nice to lie together, basking in the glory of what we had just shared.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Linc said.
I sighed, rolling over. He found the sheets discarded at the foot of the bed and draped them over me. I fell asleep before he came back to bed, wondering if it had been wise to do what we had just done.
21
LINCOLN
After a shower, I tiptoed back into Aly’s bedroom to get my clothes. She was asleep, looking peaceful, if not even more seductive than she had an hour ago. It was dangerous. What I was doing with her? I should break it off and not let myself get swept away.
I couldn’t look at her without wanting to bury myself inside her. Everything she did—the way she walked, the way she talked—it was all erotic. The problem was that she wanted more than sex. I could see it in her eyes at Gina’s house and in her movements just moments before when she had been sitting on my lap. She wanted the whole package, the house, the husband, and the kids. I just wanted her, and I was being an ass by taking advantage of the situation.
Retreating to the living room, I put my clothes and my shoes back on. I wasn’t going to walk all the way back to town. My leg was healing but not enough to withstand such a serious hike. I had asked if I could spend the night, and she had said yes. But that didn’t mean I wanted to lie awake with her in my arms.
I let myself out the back door and sat down on one of the lawn chairs facing the view. It was too dark to see anything, but the rustling of the wind in the trees was comforting. I could see why she had picked this cabin. It was secluded and yet had all the comforts of home. I imagined Aly sitting out there late at night. Usually, people locked their doors at night, but Aly felt comfortable being out of the house. She really was brave and beautiful, all the things that a guy should be looking for in a wife.
I shifted uncomfortably. Without anything to look at, being out in the backyard left me alone with my thoughts. I returned to the cabin and found Aly’s television. I turned the volume way down and browsed her Netflix selection. Settling on a movie that had no romantic elements, I slid down into the couch. Surprisingly, I found myself drifting, and a moment later, it was morning.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Aly teased, grabbing hold of my boot and shaking it.
I jolted into awareness, taking a moment to survey my surroundings before remembering what had happened the night before. She was standing over me, dressed in her work clothes. The screen had gone dark from hours of disuse, and I felt a crick in my neck.
“I put you to sleep,” she said wisely.
I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of that achievement, but I couldn’t argue. It did seem like I was able to sleep on the nights we had sex. She presented a perfect vision of femininity, so shapely and available. I went to war with myself the moment I saw her. In one corner was the animal who wanted to rip her clothes off, and in the other was the coward who wanted to run away. Luckily, I was able to pull myself together to meet somewhere on middle ground.
“Do you want some cereal?” she asked, as if sensing part of my conflict.
“Sure,” I agreed.
She pulled a box of chocolate puffs from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. Then she grabbed two bowls and the milk. She made herself breakfast and left the rest for me. I filled my bowl, grabbing a spoon and following her to the table. Her skirt covered her ass, obscuring what I knew was a heavenly, rounded peach. I wondered if she would let me fuck her against the kitchen island, just push the fabric up and have my way with her.
If anything, my aversion to having a baby was only fueling my lust for her. It was twisted, backward, and not fair to Aly. I forced myself to sit down, concealing my growing erection. We ate in silence.
She finished her bowl and went to clean it out. “I’ll give you a ride to work.”
I lost the struggle with my better nature and stood up to follow her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pressed her up against the kitchen sink. She gasped, caught off guard by my urgent advance. We had ten minutes, if that.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered, needing her to be the one to put on the brakes.
She didn’t, twisting within my embrace to kiss me and stroke my jaw. I pulled the skirt up just as I had envisioned and slid my hand across her bottom. Pulling her panties down, I undid my fly and dropped my pants. I grabbed one of her breasts over the shirt, giving a useless nod to foreplay before submerging myself to the hilt.
