Finally, the words I’ve been waiting for pass her lips. “Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me the way you want to.”
What’s left unsaid between us is Fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to.
My mouth is drenched with her. I wiggle my way back to a sitting position. Then I slowly pull my fingers from her pussy. I hold them to her lips. Maris takes them in her mouth and sucks them like she devoured my cock. “God, I need inside you.” I grit the words out.
Maris untwists her ankles while I go to work on my jeans. Shucking them down my hips, my cock springs free just as her thighs spread wide over mine. I quickly drag the head through her lips to lubricate it.
She slaps both her hands on my cheeks. “Stop teasing me, Nick. Give it to me.”
She’s on fire, her glow so bright it’s brighter than the sun still burning outside despite the late hour of the night. I hold my cock steady. Maris tips her hips. And like a magnet, we’re drawn together.
She sinks down on me achingly slow. I’d think it has something to do with my size if it wasn’t for the curve of her lips. “Getting some of your own back?” I question mildly.
“Me? Would I ever…” But she can’t finish when I thrust up into her reaching as deep as I can trying to make her explode.
Gasping, shuddering, Maris rolls her hips so every time I press upward into her clenching body, I hit her throbbing clit. Uncertain how much longer I’ll be able to hold on, I yank up her sweater and pull down her bra. My mouth immediately hones in on one of the tight buds, sucking it gently against the roof of my mouth just as I push upward.
Maris jerks in my grasp, holding my head in place. She moans long and hard as her whole body shudders. Her nails score against my neck, my head. Her lips seek out mine as her pussy ripples along my cock.
But I wasn’t done.
My hips continue to thrust and retreat, powered on by her broken inhales. I can’t help it, I have to finish. I have to shoot myself inside my woman. And then it’s there, twitching in my spine, my balls, until I explode.
As I hold her clasped against my chest, I wonder if I have enough energy to pull the car into the garage. When I say as much to Maris, she lifts her head from my shoulder and whacks me across the chest. “Should have thought of that before you tore my pants, you idiot.”
I just grin, albeit weakly. I pull her head back down. “I’ll be fine in a minute.”
It’s more like ten. But holy hell, was it worth it.
It takes me stripping Maris off upstairs before showering to get her to admit the same.
Maris
“Miracles happen. After all, I found Dean. And for some crazy reason, he fell in love with me.” - From the journals of Jedidiah Smith.
I stop off to visit David on the way to work. Like the ripples on water after rain stops pelleting it after a storm, my heart settles in a way it hasn’t for far too long. I luxuriate in the feeling even while I fear being caught exposed and unprepared for the next one.
Nonsense, I think to myself. You’re just not used to being this happy with so many good emotions surging through you. Nick, David, home. I’m not just fantasizing of what could be; I’m living it.
Now, I’m impatient to finalize everything. The time with Nick has lit a fire in my blood for more of…everything. Especially him. A private smile crosses my lips when I recall the way he couldn’t wait to get in to the house last night. I never thought it could be this right between us, but it is. His arrogance no longer infuriates me. Instead I find myself more amused than anything. His strength comforts instead of overwhelming me. And the streak of sensitivity in him he claims exists just for me makes my heart quiver.
I thought I was in love with him all these years? I had no idea what love was until he flooded every chamber of my heart. But as much as I love our now, I soon suspect it won’t be enough. We’ve both admitted we wasted too many years on resentment and regrets. I need to know how he factors into not only my future but the one I’ll be building with my son.
Sarah comes out to greet me, finding me buried under the arms and legs of random children. Laughing, she demands, “Let Maris up!”
“Hope you don’t mind. I just stopped by to get some quality time in before work.”
“Not a problem at all. I was going to call you, see if you were free to come by for a chat.”
My brows draw together. “Is something wrong?”
Sarah just smiles. “Why don’t you come inside? Kids, I’m stealing Maris.”
My heart melts when all of the children groan, but David wraps his arms around my legs. “Don’t go!” he shrieks, unwilling to free me.
I run my hand over the top of his hair. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Promise?”
“Always.” I follow Sarah inside where she blessedly has coffee waiting. “One day I’ll be as good at this as you,” I say reverently when she hands me a mug.
“What’s that?”
“Organization. Motherhood. Making coffee at a moment’s notice.” Our shared laughter releases the coil of tension inside me.
“I just wanted to find out how things were progressing. I haven’t heard anything, and I didn’t want to say anything in front of the children.”
“Slowly. Is it always like this?”
Sarah tilts her head. “It’s been so long since we fostered our first, but I’d say you’re probably right on schedule, Maris, if not a little ahead.”
“Really?” Excitement courses through me. “Do you think it will be soon?”
“How long has it been?”
“Months, but it feels like forever.” I draw out the last word.
Sarah rubs my arm sympathetically. “Even having had my own, I felt the same way. I wanted what I wanted, and I wanted it then. Couldn’t they see I was perfect?”
I bobble my cup. Thank goodness I’ve sipped down my coffee. “Sarah, are you sure you don’t have a listening device in my house? Pretty sure I said that very thing the other night,” I tease.
“Oh? Do tell.”
I flush remembering the context that I said it.
“You have that look on your face of a woman in love,” Sarah comments drolly. Her eyes are dancing.
At first I blank, uncertain if she means David or Nick. But then I get my wits about me and admit, “It’s new.” But is it really? No, I acknowledge to myself. The feelings I have for Nick have just evolved.
“Maris.” There’s a note of concern in her voice.
“What?”
“You do realize if this person is going to be around the children—any child—they’re going to have to be investigated as well?” Sarah’s words jerk me from my reverie.
“I would imagine that would be the case while I was fostering,” I reply cautiously.
She shakes her head. “You don’t understand. They could find something, anything, in the person’s history and deny an adoption. They could pull the child.”
A chill washes over me. “What are you trying to insinuate, Sarah? Just come right out and say it.”
“I’m trying to give you the best shot you have at getting what you said was your dream.” She puts her cup down and reaches for mine. Her hands clasp both of mine. “You do understand once you signed those papers you gave up your right to privacy when it comes to these children? Tomorrow, if something happened to Hung—”