Page 68 of Wild Mistake
“Baby, it’s okay.” I cup her jaw and press a tender kiss to her lips. “You have to find things to laugh about, or you’ll cry.”
She nods. “I get that.”
“Now, can I resume fucking you?”
“Yes.” Her lips twitch with humor. “Please.”
My dick slides into her like she was made for me. Fuck. I think she is. I never want to stop fucking her. I never want to lose this feeling. She’s the only one for me.
“Fuck, Sarah.” The connection is too much. I can’t hold back much longer. “Your pussy is gonna make me come.” I pull out and crawl up her body, my legs straddling her ribcage and my proud dick glistening with her wetness. “Push your breasts together, baby.”
I lean over and reach for the lube, popping the top and pouring a generous amount along my dick while Sarah obeys my command. When I slide my cock between her breasts I have to grit my teeth. She’s so fucking perfect.
The head of my cock plays a naughty game of peek-a-boo. Sarah lifts her head and opens her mouth, licking the tip of my cock with every thrust I give. It feels good. Too good. I’m not gonna last. “Fuck, Sarah. I’m gonna come.” I barely get the warning past my lips before my hips jerk forward. I brace my hand on the wall to steady my body while strings of semen shoot across Sarah’s perfect breasts.
She spreads it over her skin, dragging her fingers through the sticky substance.Fuck me.
“It was never that good before,” I say, catching my breath.
She grins up at me. “You’ve definitely upped your game.”
“So have you.” I scoot down the mattress and flop on my back, tugging her into my side. I don’t care that we’ve made a mess. Messes like this are worth it. Besides, I’ll enjoy washing off with her in the shower. “I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.”
“I can tell.” She flashes me a flirty smile.
“Notjustthat.” I grin. “Sarah, we were good together before, but now . . .” I inhale the strength to tell her what I’ve been feeling. To lay it all on the line. Fuck. I hope she doesn’t run.
Sarah’s hand smooths along my chest. “Now, what?”
“What are we now?” I meet her eyes and search them for a sign I’m not the only one. “Because the more time we spend together, the more I’m beginning to think our story isn’t over.”
Sarah pulls out of my embrace and sits up. “Aiden, I just got out of a failed marriage.”
“And I just got out of a twenty-year commitment with the US government.” I sit up and shrug. “That’s basically the same thing, right?”
She smirks, rolling her eyes.
I scoot closer, and cup her jaw in my palm. “What do you say, brave girl? Should we give ourselves the chance to see where this could go?”
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SARAH
I want to say yes.I do.
These are the words I longed to hear so many times, for so many years, but . . . I’m not in my twenties anymore. Maybe it’s too late for us. We had our chance. When things were simpler, and we were younger. This isn’t solely about me. I have my boys to consider.
We tried this before and it blew up in our faces.
What makes this time different?
I’m a mess. I’m not going to stop being a mess because Aiden’s in the picture. It’s not fair to him. He deserves a partner who has more to give. “I don’t know that I can be what you’re looking for.”
“Sarah.”
“I have a lot on my plate right now. Too much, really, and—”
“Sarah.” He strokes his thumb along my cheek. “All I want is you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t need you to be anything more than you are. I don’t expect you to give what you can’t. I just want you.”
