Page 112 of Changing Lanes

Releasing it, he widens his tongue, dragging it up my center, coming to a point with his tongue on my clit. He raises his head, blowing on it softly. Repeating again, slowly and tantalizingly. He groans with every sweep of his tongue.

He crawls up between my wanting thighs, laying against me. His lips on mine with sweet desire and he pushes into me. Sliding deep and delicious. My head lulls back as his slow, perfect thrusts quench my heated depths.

Gliding in and out with nothing but love, he passionately delivers each grind, deep, making my pussy pulse around him. Clenching and releasing him as he drives into me. His chest rubs against my hard nipples, causing a sweet friction of their own.

Slow and deliberate, our release hits us with a frenzied cry. Spilling onto each other, our love built years apart. Still, at this moment, we lay here sated, knowing this is only the beginning. He comes up on his knees, pulling my legs. “Up, on your knees. I want that beautiful ass in the air.”

I scramble to my knees, parting my legs as I lower my shoulders slightly. I feel him press into my thighs with his, placing his hand on my ass. He slides it down, over my full ass cheeks. Cock in hand, he rubs it through my wet entrance. I lean back, and he smacks my ass. “Aren’t we greedy?”

“Yes. Please.” I can’t believe I’m begging. I look over my shoulder, biting his lip as he runs his cock over my pussy. Hell yes, I’m begging. “Please, fuck me.”

“You don’t have to beg, baby.” He impales me as he answers me.

Moving at a pace that has our bodies smacking together. I find my rhythm meeting his push with my own. Our tempo increases with each slap of our bodies. Brannon reaches up, placing his hand on my shoulder, pulling me up just a little.

He’s now pulling me into his grind as he pounds into my pussy. His arm wraps my waist, and he brings me my ass up onto his lap. I bounce from it as he drives into me like a piston, nothing but grunts and groans fill the room.

Brannon reaches around, pinching my nipple between his fingers. His grip on my waist tightens as his pace picks up. He moves his fingers down, circling my clit. He applies the sweetest pressure, and I fall over the cliff. I moan his name as he holds me still, riding out his own release.

We fall over, tangled in a mess of legs and arms, sated. Our breathing slowly returns to normal, helping to regain the will to move. He rolls to his back, and I curl into his side. Laying my hand over his heart, he places his on mine. We’re sticky with straw hanging from us in every direction.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds me closer.

“I’m so happy I surprised you.” I snuggle him.

“What made you change your mind?” he asks.

“I didn’t really.” His breath catches. “I knew I was coming back, I hated leaving the minute I did.”

“You scared me there. I wish you would’ve told me,” he adds.

“Where’s the fun in that? I will always cherish the memory of my office fuck.” We laugh. “Sadly, everyone else will, too.”

“I had no idea you would respond the way you did or I would’ve taken you somewhere else.” He yawns.

“I know, I was shocked. It was like my senses were heightened.” He yawns again. “Am I boring you?”

“No. Just wore out, babe.” He turns to me. Kissing my forehead.

“Let’s go to bed, I’m tired, too.” Sitting up, I look for my clothes I stashed earlier. No way was I going down that ladder in my dress.

We climb down from the loft, our legs weak as we make our way to bed. It’s late, so Brannon gives me a t-shirt and boxers to wear to bed. He pulls me to his chest, spooning me. I fall asleep fast with him at my back.

Light shines through the window, right into my eyes. It’s then I realize, I’m melting down. It’s stifling in here. I try to move but can’t turn either way. I’m wedged between something. Prying my eyes open, a spray of chestnut colored hair lays across my face, and there’s a wall behind me.

A snicker from the doorway draws my attention. I raise my head just enough to see Joyce standing at the door. “I think they missed you.” She smiles. “I know they sure do love you.”

Brannon has me wrapped in his arms, one for my pillow. Andi is tangled in my arms, her hand in my hair. “I’m lucky, I’ve survived,” I say, giggling as Brannon begins to stretch.

One eye pops open. “Mornin’, baby.” He rubs my stomach with his hand.

“Look.” I tilt my head to the right. He raises up, gazing at Andi.

“When did she come in here?” He scratches his head.

“Poor Torrie needs her own bed,” Joyce laughs as she turns walking toward the stairs.

“I don’t think so, we’ll buy a bigger bed,” Brannon says as he kisses me. He stands, walking toward the bathroom. “I know one thing, these two are gonna have to let us get our fill of each other because I can’t deal with all these women like this every morning.” He turns sideways, his cock rising beneath his shorts.