A Baumgartner reunion

“Baby, look at me.” I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t refuse him. I met his eyes, feeling the aching throb of his cock somewhere deep inside. “I’m just asking you to think about it.”

I nodded, hating myself for doing it but unable to stop. I clutched him to me, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. My words were whispered, close to his ear. “Do you have someone in mind?” He chuckled, moving now, his hips making easy circles. “Actually, no.” For some reason, those words did reassure me and something in me let go, gave in, my body melting against his. “So this isn’t about wanting to have an affair?”

“I love you, Ronnie.”

I felt that, in every movement, every moment, the way he slipped his arms under my shoulders, pulling me closer, wanting more. He did love me, he did want me-and I was so his.

“I want to get old with you and raise our daughter with you…and maybe fill that sweet belly with some more babies.” His words thrilled me, and I didn’t want

to think about whether or not he knew it, or how much. My belly trembled against his, slick already with our sweat. “I’m not going anywhere.” Still, I wasn’t ready to give in completely. “You just want to be able to sleep with other people.”

“Come here.” He rolled onto his back, taking me with him, sitting me up.

His eyes swept over me and I felt satisfied at the dark look in them as they moved over my breasts, my waist, down to where we were joined, rocking. I couldn’t stop-it felt too good-my hips making faster and faster circles. “I just want us to experiment…shake things up…” He groaned when I squeezed him with my muscles, spreading my legs wide to take him all, belly and balls deep.

“So you’re bored?” I teased, leaning over him and arching my back, showing him my breasts but keeping my nipples just out of reach of his mouth.

“Veronica Mayer!” He didn’t let me tease him long-that was another thing about him I loved so much. He didn’t let me get away with anything. He shoved me off him, making me gasp when he pressed me to the bed on my belly, grabbing my hips and pulling me up to my hands and knees. I was too wet to resist him now and his cock slid in, punishing me with its length, making me gasp and clutch the sheet. “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m just selfish.” I whispered into the pillow, lifting my hips to feel him in me, deeper, more. “I want this all to myself…”

I was sure he wouldn’t hear me, but TJ chuckled. “Don’t you teach your kindergarteners to share well with others?”

I didn’t respond-I couldn’t. I was beyond the point of talking or even wanting to think. I slid my fingers through my swollen lips, searching past the dark, wet fur toward my clit. TJ sensed my urgency, his hips moving faster-

short, hard strokes that matched the insistent rubbing at my clit, his thighs slapping into mine. I moaned when he grabbed me and pulled me deep into the saddle of his hips, sinking himself as far as he could go.

“God, you know what I love!” He made me want to scream and I buried my face in the pillow, moaning low and loud, hoping Beth wouldn’t hear us.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, moving my hand out of the way with his, strumming my clit with his big fingers, back and forth, round and round. “I know everything you like.” He pinched my clit gently between his thumb and forefinger, peeling the hood of skin back and squeezing, just the right amount of pressure, like a pulse, over and over and over…

“Oh fuck!” I felt my orgasm hovering, teasing me, like a pregnant storm cloud waiting for just the right moment to let go with a torrent, a veritable flood.

TJ didn’t stop his tease, jerking my clit now as if it were a tiny little cock, his hips driving into me, pressing me forward on the bed. “Please, please, please!”

“Just imagine it, Ronnie…” He pressed me further, forcing my knees to buckle under his weight. “I could teach her to do all the things you love…” I groaned into the pillow, shaking my head, trying not to imagine it but unable to stop the thoughts as his words flooded over me and his cock found some deep part of me, rubbing there again and again, as if my pussy were some magic lamp and he were searching for an elusive genie.

“Can’t you feel her under you, baby?” Relentless, on and on. “Her tongue buried in your pussy, her cunt spread open for your mouth…” The image was hot-more than hot, it made me burn with a deeper heat than I’d ever known with TJ alone. I wanted more, but I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t have to, though, because he didn’t stop. He kept rubbing and talking and coaxing and crooning, telling me about her pussy and her tongue and her soft, hot body under mine, until I was aching for it, feeling it building low in my belly as I thrashed under him on the bed.