"Sax…" The desperation in her husky tone revealed that Holly was getting close, too. Her panting was climbing and choppy, her tits heaving against me.
I slipped my hands under her bottom and squeezed, urging her to let go. At the same time I made sure our loins were grinding and creating the friction that would heighten the experience for both of us. "Open your eyes," I demanded. I wanted to watch her come apart. "I want you to see who's fucking you," I said between breaths. "I want you to come on my dick and know it's my cum filling you."
Her eyes were wide in her flushed face, puffs of air escaped between her parted lips. A steamy sweat covered us both. The air that surrounded us was heavy with the thick fog of sex. Fuck, I didn't want to stop. It felt too fucking good, but the signs were there, reminding me of how fucking good it felt to come undone inside Holly, feeling her body squeeze mine until she'd milked my balls dry.
"Fuck, Baby." I slammed into her again and again. "Come."
Her breathing increased and then she crashed with sweet release. I cut her scream off with my mouth and followed right behind her, my dick erupting full force deep inside her. Every clench of her body around my cock dragged a rugged grunt from me. My hands tightened on her hips. It would be a miracle if I didn't leave bruises.
"Oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…" Holly chanted, still twitching uncontrollably against me.
I swung her away from the wall and headed toward the only other door in the house. Her bedroom was dark except for the night light next to the crib on the opposite side of the room. I aimed for the bed, following her down as I gently lowered her onto it. My dick was still twitching inside her. My weight fell against her damp body, weakness overtaking my limbs. As I struggled for air I was aware of her hands smoothing down my backside in a gesture that soothed much more than my spent body.
"Shit, Babe," I rasped when I was able to speak again. "I needed that." I felt Holly's smile against my shoulder. "As much as I want to hate you, I just can't. I love you too fucking much."
We both seemed to realize the gravity of what I'd just admitted at the same time. We stiffened against each other, as if afraid to breathe or move. Afraid to believe the words. I hadn't meant to say them, but I wouldn't take them back now. It was how I felt, and as I slowly cooled down and my dick softened, it hit me like a brick. I was tired of denying myself what I really wanted. Tired of being without her.
Holly had broken us apart, but I was going to bring us back together.
She sniffled beneath me, and I knew that she was crying. I pulled back to meet her eyes and brushed the wet hair out of her face. "Don't cry, Baby. We'll work it out." No truer words had I ever spoken. For my sanity we had to.
"How?" she asked hoarsely. "Because of me it'll never be the same between us." She wasn't seeking forgiveness from me, just stating a fact.
"Not the same," I agreed, kissing her softly. "Better." God, it had to be. "Not going to happen overnight, Baby. It's going to take time and work. I have some issues to work through."
She nodded up at me, her lashes sparkling with tears. When she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, I leaned down and kissed where her teeth were cutting into it. An unexpected feeling of peace came over me. Maybe this is what I'd needed all along--to make a decision about where we were going. I wasn't ready to forgive Holly, but I wasn't going to let my pride and stubbornness keep us apart any longer.
"What about Ava?"
I let out a resigned breath. "She's part of you." I couldn't say much more than that.
I wasn't sure Holly was ready for the truth.
Chapter 28
Holly
It was dark when I opened my eyes, but I sensed that it was early morning. Something had awakened me, some sound. It didn't surprise me that I was completely naked. Sax and I had made love several times during the night until we'd depleted our energy and fallen into a sex-induced sleep, wrapped around each other. At some point he must have pulled the covers over us, but I didn't remember moving once I was out.
I lay there for a minute, staring up at the ceiling and taking stock of the delicious aches in my body. My breasts and nipples were tender where Sax had rubbed his whiskers over them and were dotted with love bites. I touched my still swollen pussy, smiling when it felt bruised and well used. I was so wet and sticky down there, some of our mixed bodily fluids dried on the inside of my thighs. It crossed my mind that if Sax was going to continue to fuck me without using protection I needed to get back on birth control. Hopefully it wasn't already too late.
I didn't know what his reaction would be if I turned up pregnant again. I wouldn't have minded having another baby, but I knew that another pregnancy right now would jeopardize our fragile relationship. We needed time.
For the first time in a long time, I felt as if things between us were going to be okay. Sax had admitted that he loved me and wanted to work things out, but I'd heard the caution in his voice. He had doubts, and I could understand that. I wasn't going to rush anything. I had a lot of making up to do to build his trust in me again.
A sucking sound brought me out of my musings. Frowning, I instinctively glanced in the direction of the crib. My heart almost stopped at the sight of Sax rocking Ava while giving her a bottle. It was the last thing I had expected to see, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Sax looked like a natural. Ava was bundled up in a blanket in his arms against his naked chest, staring up at him without fear or confusion as she sucked down her first bottle of the day.
My heart swelled with a strange mixture of love and worry. I was afraid to move, afraid to break the spell. What had made him decide to get up and take care of her? If she'd made any sounds, I hadn't even heard her, which just went to show how worn out I'd been. I waited to see what Sax was going to do after Ava finished drinking. Would he know enough to burp her?
He set her bottle down on the floor and surprised me when he placed Ava over his shoulder. He must have watched JoJo or Ellie do that with their babies. I kept a receiving blanket draped over the crib for spit-up emergencies and should have warned him to put it over his shoulder, but I remained silent. Some things he had to learn for himself.
"Burp it up, little girl." He patted Ava gently on her back, bringing a smile to my face.
She was usually a good burper, and in no time a big gurgle exploded from her little mouth. Recognizing the signs that she was about to spit up, I quickly said, "Sax—" but it was already too late. Ava spewed milk all down his back, and I had a second of regret for not suggesting the blanket earlier.
"Shit!" he said on a surprised laugh, jumping to his feet.
Giggling, I quickly left the bed and went to them. "I give you credit for not throwing her," I joked. I took Ava from him, grabbed the receiving blanket, and wiped her mouth. "Turn around."
"Did I do something wrong?"
Using the same blanket, I wiped his shoulder and back down. "Not at all. She does that sometimes, especially if she gobbled her milk down too fast."
He turned back around to me, a slight grimace on his face.
"Shit smells," he grumbled. "You slept through her crying." There was no censure in his tone, just fact.