Page 40 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“I need to be inside you.”

I climb on top of him, straddling my thighs either side of his. This position does something to me I cannot comprehend.

He holds his hard cock, sliding the crown over my wetness, pressing it against my clit, before slipping the tip of his cock into my wet folds. He leaves it there for a moment.

This is our thing. He likes to tease me, just leaving it to rub gently inside me as he kisses me, waiting for me to need more.

He rubs my tender nipple with his thumb as our mouths clash and our tongues dance a tango, fast and slow.

The moment my pussy tightens around the tip. The moment I’m already falling into the abyss, he grabs my hips and holds me still. Fucking up into me and making me scream.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. Anton is not normally one for swearing, but sometimes he can’t contain it. It slips out.

He holds me tight, sliding in and out of my wetness.

“Let me move,” I gasp. Desperate to dance on his cock. He grabs my ass, letting me move. Anton is obsessive and possessive, whether it is in the bed or outside.

I suppose we started off in a non-conventional way. And the age-gap is something we know people still whisper about.

But this is our life. And we have no regrets. I love him and he loves me. It's unconditional love. A perfect, sweet love, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I want to have this feeling every day. The love I feel for him. The need. Because he is everything, our child, future children are everything. I cannot wish for anything more.

“I love you, Angel.”

I smile as the waves of my climax build, widen my thighs, and push myself forward. The effect on my clit is immediate. It rubs against his pelvis bone and the sparks of the electricity storm are about to explode. “I love you, too.”

I need to say it now. Before I can no longer speak. My orgasm is coming. His cock pulses inside me and I know he is close, too. He likes me to come first. It turns him on just knowing he does this to me.

Our chests are pressed together as his hand skates down my body, over my belly. He smiles at me as his hand lowers more and he presses his thumb on my clit and that is all I need.

“Anton,” I scream.

“Yes.” He thrusts deep, groaning as my pussy pulses around his cock. He is coming as hard as I am. Another spurt of cum releases into my pussy, and I rock on his cock for more. Wanting everything he can give me.

There’s a beautiful silence between us as he holds my tired head close to his chest before he says. “You’re insatiable, but you need some sleep. And you’re going to do it with me inside you, my angel,” he says, pushing my hair off my sweaty head and kissing my lips.

My eyes are heavy with tiredness. I should shower, but this is where I want to be, joined with him.

He reaches to the drawer at his side, pulls it open and pulls out mistletoe, wiggles it over our heads. “Kiss me.”

I smile, press my lips against his before pulling back and looking at my husband–a man who I love with all my heart, and whisper, “Your one day, turned into one week and now we’re forever.”

He smiles. “I knew we weren’t going to be only for one day.”

I suspect I did, too.

The End.