Paul

He thought he might pass out when Amaya leaned back and took off her shirt.

The sight of her tiny, lacy black bra and round, firm breasts had his dick ready to be inside of her right that instant, but they weren’t alone in the house.

Lifting her from his lap was a monumental effort, but he threw her over his shoulder and carried her across the living room, her muffled laughter making him grin. His dick was so hard it hurt, and his senses were filled with Amaya. Her laughter had turned to giggles, and he loved the feeling of her body rubbing against his as he carried her up to the master bedroom. They were halfway down the hall when Amaya bit his side, gently, then said, “Wait, Peyton.”

He allowed her to slide off his shoulder and watched as she checked on her daughter. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind or heart that he loved both of them, and he knew they belonged in his life, permanently. Deep in his gut he knew Amaya loved him, but she was afraid to say it. Getting Amaya into bed, allowing him to blow her mind with pleasure, would help move things along between them. The intimacy of being naked with her, of being inside of her, would hopefully help her feel how much he cared about her.

And after he’d made love to her, he was going to fuck her so damn good, she’d never want to leave.

When she returned to his side, she had her arms crossed. “What if she wakes up and needs me?”

“I have a monitor waiting in our room.”

“Our room?”

“Yeah, our room.”

“We need to talk about this ‘our room’ thing.”

Figuring it wasn’t the time to argue, he kissed her instead, working her mouth like he was going to work her pussy. He took his time and gave her the attention she deserved.

Once he had her grinding against him, he nipped her lower lip and pulled back. “Come on.”

Paul practically hauled her up the stairs to what would someday, hopefully soon, be their bedroom. He gently tugged her inside then shut and locked the door. The blood in his veins ran hot and he had to urge himself to be patient. He’d waited all this time, he wasn’t going to blow it now. With his gaze focused on Amaya, Paul turned the monitor on then put it on a shelf across the room. She grinned at him and he gestured to the bed.

“I want you naked, in the middle of my bed.”

For a moment, doubt flashed over her expressive face, before her dark eyes warmed once more. “You first.”

Damn, she was so hard to read sometimes. But if she wanted to see him naked, he had no problem with that. While he didn’t train and eat like he did when he was a pro-football player, he kept up with his exercise and would probably lift weights until the day he died. Exercise helped him relax, and he knew Amaya liked to look at him. When he’d take his shirt off around her, he’d find her stealing glimpses of him every chance she could. And if they were on the beach and she had her sunglasses on, she’d shamelessly stare at him while pretending to look at something else.

After peeling off his t-shirt, he quickly removed his shoes, then socks, and finally his jeans. The entire time, Amaya watched him, her dusky nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her bra. Though he hadn’t seen them yet, he’d played with them through her shirt quite a bit and knew she was sensitive. Finally, fucking finally, he was going to make her his. When he hooked his hands into the top of his boxers, Amaya made a soft sound.

“Wait. Let me take them off.”

The low light of a single bedside lamp cast an amber glow over her tanned skin as she slid her fingers into his boxers, her knuckles brushing his pelvis, then gently pulled him toward the bed.

Turning him around, she whispered, “Put your hands on the mattress behind you and keep them there.”

He almost laughed, but managed to choke it back. “What?”

She grinned at Paul while her fingertips barely grazed the head of his dick. “Please? I want to touch you.”

Liquid beaded at the tip, and he knew she felt it, because her soft strokes stilled. Her pink mouth parted slightly, and she ran her tongue over her lower lip while playing with the silky fluid coating the sensitive tip of his shaft. It felt so good that he had to keep himself from demanding she grab him harder. His breathing became ragged, and he put his hands behind his back, giving her the freedom to play.

Watching her grip his thick shaft and pump it slowly while she smiled had him shuddering in her grip like an untried virgin. Fucking hell, if just her hand felt that good, he was going to embarrass himself if he didn’t get relief before he took her for the first time. If he was being honest, the sight of those full, beautiful lips wrapped around the swollen head of his dick had been one of his favorite daily jackoff fantasies. To finally see her kneeling between his legs, her mouth slowly moving towards his cock, was unbearably good.

The silk of her hair brushed his thighs as her mouth stretched around the throbbing crest of his shaft. Hot and wet, she gave him a delicate suck that had his toes digging into the sheepskin rug next to his bed. Amaya made a little noise of pleasure as she tongued his shaft, giving him a surprisingly good show of how much she loved sucking his dick. As much as he enjoyed this newly discovered dirty side of her personality, he also loved knowing she felt comfortable enough around him to let her bad girl out to play.

He began to thrust into her mouth, and she sat back on her haunches, opening her mouth wider as she took as much of him as she could. It was a struggle to keep from going too deep, but his first concern would always be her comfort and pleasure. Testing out her boundaries, he gently cupped the back of her head and set the pace, enjoying how tightly she gripped his thighs, feeling his muscles and squeezing. She raked her nails over his Adonis belt, then took him deeper, until he hit the back of her throat.

She swallowed once, twice, and that was all it took for him to go off. He tried to warn her, but the only thing he could do in the face of overwhelming pleasure was groan as she gently squeezed his balls and sucked him dry. Honest to God stars began to burst behind his eyes, and he was beginning to wonder if she was going to make him pass out. His dick was so sensitive, but her mouth was a painful heaven he didn’t want to leave. When she finally released him, he looked down at her and groaned at the sight of his seed coating her chin. He’d cum a lot and she’d been wonderfully messy while milking him.

Swiping at her chin, she then pulled down the cup of her bra, revealing her pert, dusky rose nipple. The grin she gave him was downright wicked as she smeared his seed onto her breast. His semi-hard cock twitched at the erotic sight, and he jackknifed up, pulling her up onto the bed before attacking her bared breast. He didn’t give a fuck if his come was on her skin, he licked the small bud of her nipple until she writhed beneath him, then drew it deep into his mouth with a low growl.

With a mewing sound she said, “I ache.”

Releasing her nipple with a pop, he toyed with the stiff flesh as he watched her. “Need me to take care of it?”

“Please.”

She was so cute when she said that, all big eyes and pouty lips. With her dark hair spread out around her and her athletic body on display, she was so sexy it made his breath catch. For a moment he stared at her, committing the moment to memory. He’d forever remember her like this, flushed with passion and so hungry for him.

The sheets rustled beneath them as they stripped off the remainder of their clothing. While he wanted to get a good look at her pussy, he wanted to feel her naked against him even more. The moment she was free of her panties, he tugged her to him until they were chest to chest, belly to belly, and he could feel the soft rub of her pubic hair against his lower abs. He began to gently kiss her, licking against her lips until she was rocking her pussy along his shaft. When she worked her clit against the head of his dick, he moaned into her mouth. The slick fluid coating her labia spread over his shaft and soon he was wet enough that he knew he could slide into her.

Reaching between them, not breaking their kiss, he gripped his shaft and ran the head around the tight entrance to her body. She gripped his shoulders and pushed down, the sensitive crest of his erection stretching her. His balls drew up tight as he removed his hand and slowly thrust up into her. The tight walls of her sex gripped and massaged him, making sparks race over his skin. Her little moans and cries shredded at his attempts to take it slow and work his way into her. She was tight, but so slick her arousal dripped down his balls as he sank into her all the way.

They paused like that, panting into each other’s mouths as they joined together. With his eyes closed, he focused on kissing her, on stroking her body and touching her in all the ways he wanted to for so long. Every inch of her was smooth and strong, not cut but still slender. The rounded curve of her ass drove him crazy. He gripped her tight bubble butt as he began to thrust into her harder. The hot fire of her nails scratching along his back spurred him on. She tore her mouth from his and arched beneath him, crying out and pulsing around his cock.

The sensation of her flesh rippling, the way she was arching and shaking, all made the urge to come burn up his spine. Fuck, she was magnificent, and she was his. He slammed in deep then went still, feeling her orgasm as it moved through her. His weight pinned her to the bed as she shivered and groaned.

A little stunned at how hard she’d climaxed, he pulled back then thrust in slowly again, smiling as she shuddered.

“Feel good?”

She slowly opened her eyes, then gave him a smile so full of happiness that it made his chest ache. “Oh yeah.”

“Relaxed?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Excellent. Now we can get serious.”

“What?”

He flipped her over onto her belly, biting her shoulder gently and giving her a mock growl as she giggled. “Ass in the air, Amaya, tits to the bed.”

She did as he ordered, shaking her fantastic butt against his throbbing shaft with a teasing shimmy.

That reminded him of her belly dancing skills, and he had some super dirty fantasies burst through his mind.

With a low growl, he gripped her hip with one hand, and fed his dick into her wet pussy with the other. She shaved her labia, and the puffy outer lips look so pretty split around his big shaft. He smacked her butt lightly, watching it jiggle as he began to move faster.

“Play with your clit.”

Her body shifted as she reached beneath her. He stared down at the profile of her face while she played with herself, her eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Moving so his thighs were outside of hers, he dominated her body, fucking her hard and deep while she had another orgasm, moaning as she came and came. The visual of Amaya climaxing on his cock was too much to take. The release he’d been holding back rushed through him like a forest fire, every inch of his body feeling so fucking good he could barely breathe. The first hard spurt from his dick blew his mind, and he let his weight fall on her, keeping her pinned beneath him as he pumped her full of his cum.

The thought of his seed filling her with a baby made his dick twitch and her body responded by clamping down on him, drawing yet one more shot of semen before he pulled out.

Panting, he pulled her into his arms, moving them so he was on his back and Amaya’s head rested on his shoulder. The bed was a mess, and they were both sweaty, but Paul had never felt better in his life. The love he had for this woman exploded in him as he held her tight and kissed her hard. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and he knew his bed now smelled like Amaya. Her pussy rested on his thigh, their combined release wetting his skin. Moving her hair off to the side, Amaya collapsed back on his chest, her cheek pressed to the large curve of his pectoral.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?”

He grinned, then held her hips as he slowly rubbed her pussy against his thigh, watching her face to see if she was interested in getting off again.

“Because you’re worth waiting for. But the real question is...do you want to cum again?”

Her eyelids went half-mast and she rubbed herself against him with a smile. “Yes.”

A week later, Paul glanced into the big mirror that dominated the far wall of the foyer, checking his black dress shirt for any stray cat hairs. They were going to meet with one of his friends from his football days that was in town with his wife for the high school reunion tomorrow night. Amaya had lit into him for not telling her about it earlier, but had agreed to come along as his date for the reunion. He’d warned her Thea would be there, but reassured her that she wouldn’t come anywhere near Paul because of the terms of their divorce. Amaya said she was sure Thea would find some way to mess with him, but that she’d have his back.

The memory of her sweet face, so earnest as she told him that had made him laugh then kiss her senseless.

When he met her at the stairs leading down to the main level, his already hard dick just about broke the zipper of his black dress pants. He couldn’t help his body’s reaction to her—she was so damn beautiful. Dressed in a sleeveless white sheath dress covered in pale-yellow roses, she looked like she’d walked off a runway. Her hair was twisted back in some kind of princess crown braid, and the modest gold hoops she wore in her ears made him want to feel them brushing his face as he kissed her neck.

A pretty flush tinted her tanned cheeks and her legs looked amazing as she carefully walked down the stairs in her white platform sandals.

From head to toe she screamed ‘class,’ but she was also so sexy he didn’t want anyone else getting an eyeful of her. Her dark eyes sparkled and she licked her deep red and full lips. When their gazes met, she smiled and he had to swallow back a grunt at his visceral reaction to her. All this beauty, poise, and grace, yet she was so wonderfully dirty in bed. The memory of her pretty little dusky rose pussy growing wet for him had him meeting her halfway up the stairs.

Her eyes widened with alarm as he swept her into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Having my dessert before dinner.”

Her laughter filled the house, mixing with the sound of rain hitting the windows. With Peyton spending the night with his Aunt Patty and her three granddaughters for the weekend, he planned on taking full advantage of their time alone. Since they’d made love the first time, Amaya had snuck into his bedroom every night and left before Peyton woke up. They planned on easing Peyton into the idea of Paul and Amaya being together, and had both agreed to take things slow. That meant chaste kisses and resisting the urge to touch her when she was around. And it wasn’t always in a sexual way. He just wanted to cuddle her constantly. He’d held himself back, but now that he had her in his hands and they were alone, he was going to indulge himself as much as she would let him.

“Paul,” she said with a laugh as he sat her in the large deep navy leather chair facing the dark windows. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t mess up your hair or makeup.”

“What...?”

Her voice died in a breathless moan as he hiked her dress up, pulled her white panties to the side and pressed his lips to her soft sex. She’d waxed her labia smooth, and he loved sucking the delicate flesh, massaging his tongue up one side of her clit and down the other. They had reservations, so he needed to make it quick even though he’d like to spend at least an hour between her thighs, licking until his jaw was sore. She tasted so good, musky and tangy, the essence of female desire and sex. The taste of her gave him a high unlike anything he’d experienced before, and he enjoyed eating her almost as much as she enjoyed being licked to orgasm.

Flattening his tongue, he smiled against her as she clutched his head and pulled him close. She wasn’t shy, and he loved how uninhibited she became with her pleasure. Gripping him by the back of the neck, she sat up so she could watch him.

“Yeah, lick me right there,” she whispered, and he couldn’t help but moan.

Her dirty talk drove him crazy, and he changed his mind about only eating her.

Leaving her trembling on the brink of orgasm, he kicked off his shoes and jerked his pants to his ankles, kneeling before her and lifting Amaya onto his throbbing cock.

His toes curled as she sank down on him, so hot and wet. Her pussy rippled around him when he was seated all the way inside of her, his balls pressed against her tight ass as the side of her panties rubbed his dick. Right away, she wrapped her arms around his broad neck, her lips meeting his in a surprisingly sweet kiss. For one long, golden moment he stayed buried in her, their bodies connected as she kissed him with so much love he wasn’t sure he could take it. Rocking her up and down his length, he groaned into her mouth as she began to move restlessly in his grip, using her strength and flexibility to rock her pelvis into his, grinding her clit against his muscled pelvis.

Knowing she was close—her pussy was so tight on his dick it nearly hurt to move inside of her—he pulled back so he could watch her climax.

He loved the way she closed her eyes and threw her head back, tension lining her forehead before she broke with a shout, twisting and grinding against him until she worked the cum from his cock. His orgasm hit him like a freight train and he emptied himself into Amaya until he was leaning against the side of the chair, panting and twitching. With a soft laugh, Amaya cupped his cheek and rubbed it with her thumb.

“Are you okay?”

Grinning, he slowly lifted her off him, then grabbed a nearby box of tissues and cleaned them both up.

“Better than okay.”

As he tended to her, she sighed. “Do we have to go out to dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Why? We could just stay here all night and have sex instead...”

Giving her pussy a light slap before he rearranged her panties, he shook his head. “No, we’re going out. I wanna show my girl off, and we have a reservation at Tony’s.”

Her dark eyes lit up and she sat straight. “Tony’s?”

“Yep.”

“Oh my God, I can’t wait to get his steak in my mouth.”

“Hey now!”

Giggling, she tugged him to his feet, then straightened his shirt. “Come on, you have to admit, his steaks are amazing.”

“They are. But even his steaks aren’t as amazing as you.”

Smiling she, stroked his face. “Did you just compare me to meat as a compliment?”

“Come on, brat, let’s go eat.”