The Get-A-Way Weekend

True to his word, Rob arranged the following night, Saturday night, for us to get together. His wife Sue called Allie up later Friday night and suggested a night together, which turned out perfectly. My son Josh was heading to a baseball team end of the season party, where the assistant coach had a giant country house and barn for the boys to pitch tents in and have a camp out together. At almost 12, he was looking more and more like me, including the small height. But what he lacked in size, he made up for in skill, becoming a powerful second baseman. My daughter was having her own best friend come over for a sleepover, which gave Allie the freedom to entertain without having to take care of our daughter as much since she had a friend to fuss over, allowing me to slip out without any guilty feelings.

“So you and Rob seem to be getting along just fine.” Allie teased me in our bedroom as I changed into a pair of jeans and a casual summer polo shirt that showed off my biceps. “Another weekend hanging out?” She said with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

I shrugged. “Yeah I guess. He’s actually a great guy.”

She gave a little snort. “You didn’t seem to like him much at the cottage.”

I thought back, realizing that I didn’t really get to know Rob on our weekend getaway, and all that he really wanted, until our time was almost up there. Until he fucked me in the kitchen good and hard after I got a view of the big beefy body he was covering up. Then I couldn’t stop wanting him. “I guess he grew on me.” I said with a grin.

“Well, he seems to like you. Sue says it was his idea for you guys to get together again.” Allie moved around me to get into our ensuite bathroom to fix her hair. “She said you have made quite the impact on Rob. Says he’s much happier lately, now that he’s got a “little buddy” to hang around with.” Allie looked at me. “Her words, not mine.” Allie clarified as she knows I’m always sensitive about references to my size. But hearing Rob call me that was just fine.

I moved around her to my sink in the bathroom, watching her adjust her hair, looking at her roots, straightening it with her flat iron. Allie was a beautiful woman. And I truly loved her. But I was beginning to see once again that it was someone like Rob that I truly needed. “He’s actually quite a fun guy when he gets past all his seriousness. But I guess that comes with the job. Being a cop isn’t all that relaxing after all.”

She looked at me in the mirror. “Well it looks good on you too. I haven’t seen you this happy since the McNabs moved away.” She eyed me carefully. “I know how much you miss Darren.”

No, you don’t. I thought immediately. I looked down and grabbed my toothbrush to avoid her gaze.

“It’s okay you know. He was your best friend.” She finished with her hair and put the flat iron down. “You deserve to have another one. It’s just funny that I’ve worked with Sue this long and you didn’t make this connection with Rob before.”

I really didn’t make the connection with Rob, the words in my head yelled out as I started brushing my teeth. Between Rob and Joe that is. And now Allie wanted me to replace Darren with Rob. And frankly, so did I.

“Have you heard from Darren lately? Are they moving back anytime soon?” Allie asked, glancing at me in the mirror.

I shook my head. I had heard from Darren, but couldn’t tell Allie all the things that he said. Or all the things that I had said back. About how much I missed him. About how I couldn’t wait five years. About how he didn’t expect me too. And how that happened just before our cottage weekend with everyone. How I was crazy with grief that he couldn’t come back to me for another five years because of his job. And how I had thrown myself at Dan, and Ed, and Mitch to forget. And then Rob.

I spit into the sink and looked up at Allie. “Last I heard from Darren was another five years. Hopefully. Then his contract would be up and they could think about moving back.” Allie’s eyes glossed over as she seemed lost in thought.

“Five years huh?” She said to herself. Then she seemed to snap out of it and smiled at me. “How are the girls?”

Darren didn’t even mention them. Our messages focused on us. “They’re great!” I lied, making Allie smile. “Abbie misses Abbey. But they seem to be figuring out emails and that new app Instagram.”

I rinsed with water and spit, wanting to avoid the rest of this conversation, but Allie seemed to be equally ready to move on from it too.

“So if you want to drink tonight and don’t want to drive home, stay over. Sue even said they have lots of room with the kids gone.” She moved beside me and kissed my cheek lightly. “Have a good time tonight. Relax and enjoy it.” She said with true love in her eyes.

I smiled back, realizing that I was planning on doing just that. “You too. And don’t let Sue drink too much if she’s driving home. I hear her husband’s a cop.”

Allie laughed appreciatively at my stupid crack, and left the bathroom.

“You know, Sue can stay over too!” I called out to her, realizing that would give Rob and I the entire night.

On my way to Rob’s I dropped off Josh with his sleeping bag and gear. The kid was excited for this, and the weather was a perfect Autumn evening for an overnight camping experience. Josh was becoming quite the independent little guy, and he waved cheerfully back at me as he bounded towards the back of the farmhouse towards the barn where the string lights were already set up and on and a couple of familiar boys from his team were hanging out.

As I drove to Rob’s my mind was racing, not with thoughts of guilt, but with thoughts about Darren. It had been almost two years now since Darren left abruptly, ending our plans together. I said I would wait for him, but when he said earlier this summer it was going to be another five years, I didn’t know what else to do. I wondered if I was moving too fast with Rob. That I was too desperate to finally live MY life the way that I should that I latched on to him too quickly.

And then Joe appeared in the middle of all of this with his history with Rob, and I thought it was a true sign that Rob was THE ONE. That I should forget Darren. That I shouldn’t wait. That I should grab this and finally be true to myself. That maybe I was finally done sneaking around. Finally done cheating. I pulled into Rob’s driveway wondering if I could do this. I had done it with Joe. I thought I could do it again with Darren. And now there was Rob.

As Rob answered the door, barefoot, wearing a pair of fitted jeans, a t-shirt that showed off his pecs and biceps, and a handsome grin that beamed for me, I knew. Yes, I could.

“Hey sexy.” He mumbled as he held the door open for me.

I stepped inside and stared at him, holding the beer I brought for him and a couple of ciders for me in a large brown bag. I could feel my heart pounding as I watched him close the door, his house quiet as he was the only one home. Just yesterday after work, he had pulled me into his cruiser and drove me to a spot to fuck me, simply because he needed to. He promised the next time we had sex would be in a bed. He promised he would arrange things to see each other.

His promises kept coming true, unlike Darren’s.

He closed the door and noticed me standing completely still. His smile widened and I heard him breathe in deeply as he stepped up to me. I noticed his feet, so wide and manly looking, his toes perfectly sculpted and manicured, the top of his feet smooth with thick veins running along the top. I could smell his cologne as he neared me, and I could feel my insides light up as his hands slid around my waist and I looked up at him.

He bent down and opened his mouth slightly, his tongue licking his lips to moisten them as he moved in to kiss me. He groaned softly as I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and he pulled me tightly against his big body. I could feel his cock already hard in his jeans as it pressed against my stomach. I closed my eyes and let my free hand wrap around his waist to the top of his round ass as we kissed.

Yeah, I thought. I can do this.

“As much as I want to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out right away, let’s go relax first.” He said rather sexily taking the brown bag from my hand. I stood there for a moment, watching him walk away from me towards his kitchen with the alcohol in his large hand, staring at his ass. I grabbed my crotch to adjust my dick as it I had grown to full mast with just that kiss and followed him into the kitchen.

Rob was pulling out the beer and raised an eyebrow. “This is my favourite.”

“I know.” I said with a grin.

“Impressive.” He grunted, giving me a lingering look. His arms looked exceptionally larger today in his short sleeve shirt, and in just a few weeks, I had noticed that his stomach was flatter. His beard was still trimmed close and his hair was just starting to fill in more since his last cropped cut. But fuck he was one hot looking muscle bear. “And for you?” He said pulling out the ciders.

“I can’t drink beer.”

“I remember.” He nodded, both of us grinning as I remembered the conversation I had with Rob about drinks at the cottage as I’m sure he was remembering too. “I believe we talked about that before I suggested to refill your vodka drink, and that was when you told me about how many “loads” you had had that day.”

I blushed and leaned against the counter in his kitchen as he fetched two beer glasses, remembering that stumble as we chatted in that cottage kitchen. “Yeah, well…you were fishing.”

Rob handed me one and showed me his teeth in his wide grin. “I totally was. Once I saw that ass, and the way you were looking at me as you pulled up in the boat, yeah…I was fishing alright.” Rob passed me one of the Strongbow ciders, pulling out a Heineken from my stock, and sliding the rest into his fridge as I watched his ass the entire time.

I was still thinking about that first time we were in the kitchen together at the cottage. And after that first fuck, I was hooked. Rob poured his beer into a glass as I did the same. We held up our glasses and clinked, Rob’s eyes on me. I watched him take a long drink, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed, letting out a little “Ahhh” as he finished and then moved in closer to me.

He put his glass down behind me and then picked me up, and plopped me onto my ass on the counter, stepping in between my legs and sliding his hands around my waist. “I’m glad you came over.” He said quietly, moving in closer to kiss me. This time, our mouths enveloped each other, tongues went in deep, and our breaths could be heard, as we kissed for a long, long time. My hands went around his big body, feeling his broad back over his shirt, and resting on his hard, beefy ass in his jeans. My legs were squeezing against his sides as he pressed his bulge into me on that counter, and I wanted him to fuck me right there.

But Rob wanted us to hang out first. He wanted this to be a true guy’s night. I guess to make sure we could just sit and talk, rather than just meet and fuck all the time. So when he stepped back from our kiss, both of us looking like two sex-starved teens, we both knew that this was going to be a true test. “I’ve got the football game on downstairs.” He said, pulling at his jeans to adjust his own cock.

He took my hand and pulled me off the counter, leaving his hand in mine and walking me towards the stairs to his basement. I hadn’t been down there yet, so I was intrigued as I followed Rob’s hunky ass down the stairs hand in hand.

It was a completely finished basement, quite large and filled with very masculine stuff: a bar at the far end, a pool table on one side of the room, an electric fireplace along the one wall which was on and a giant flat screen TV fastened to the largest wall. I could hear the surround sound from the game as we stepped onto the carpeted floor.

“I should’ve brought the drinks down here.” Rob announced as he turned his attention to the game. He had a large sectional leather couch with a separate leather lounge chair facing the TV. I figured the lounge chair was Rob’s, given the feel of this domain down here. “Let me grab them. My mind must have been elsewhere.” He held his tongue out in a mock crazy face and went back up the stairs to retrieve the drinks. I looked at the sectional and plopped down in the middle of it, turned toward the chair thinking Rob would return and sit there. But when Rob returned, he came and sat right next to me on the sofa so that our knees were touching.

“Are you a football guy?” He leaned back, lifting one arm onto the back of the sofa behind my head.

“Big beefy guys in tight pants, showing off biceps and asses? You bet I am.” I giggled, taking a swig of my cider and resting back against the couch. I could feel Rob’s arm behind my head as I leaned back and tried to sit as close to him as I could without making it too obvious.

There was no rush to this evening. We said we would have a guy’s night, and watch the football game and drink a bit, and we were doing it. Sitting so close to each other. Legs touching. His hand on my shoulder at times. Leaning into each other.

When I went to get the third drink for both of us from behind the bar, I returned and practically sat on him I was so close to his body. He let his arm hang down over my shoulder and pulled me into his side in the most natural way, taking a swig from his newly poured glass. Just sitting beside him like this made me hard. And reminded me of those nights with Joe.

Rob’s legs were spread wide as he focused on the game. His arm hung over my shoulder and his hand was now rubbing my left pec gently. His fingers were flicking my nipple through my shirt as my own hand ended up resting on the inner part of his left thigh as I sat next to him.

And then my hand was moving up his leg, and onto his crotch. He was fully erect, and as soon as I grabbed his bulge, he took a swig of beer and lifted his ass up a bit to adjust. His hand squeezed my pec firmly and I heard him inhale slowly, giving me the signal that this was time to play.

I turned a bit and started rubbing his cock through his jeans. I set my glass down on the coffee table in front of us and reached back to fumble with the button and the zipper on his jeans. And just like that, I had his thick cock out in my hand and I was sliding down to taste it.

“Fuck yeah boy,” he mumbled. “Now this is how to watch a game.”

I smiled as I held his cock straight up and moved my head onto his lap to take him in my mouth. I felt his hand on the top of my head hold me gently as I started to bob up and down on him, Rob leaning back further and lowering his pants a bit to free his trapped balls. He let his arm rest back along the back of the leather couch while he continued to drink from his glass as I sucked on his dick. The sounds of the game continued on as I nursed his meat, slurping on it and licking it like a kid with an ice cream cone. He tasted magnificent, and his cock stayed rock hard for me the entire time I sucked him. Third drinks always made me horny. Especially for the men I loved.

Rob breathed in deeply and sat forward, forcing me off his cock as he stood up. His jeans stayed up just above his ass and he bent over to pick me up in his arms. Fuck he was strong for his age, lifting me right off the couch and into his body, meeting my mouth in a deep kiss. I wrapped my legs around him as he moved away, expecting him to carry me up the stairs to his bedroom.

Instead he moved to the far side of the basement and opened a door to a spare bedroom. There was a lamp on already in there, and the bed had been prepped for us, the duvet and sheets pulled down in preparation. He kicked the door closed behind him and threw me onto the bed. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and stared at me as he pushed his jeans and underwear down his thick legs, stepping out of them completely and kneeling on the bed naked, coming towards me quickly.

He grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head, my arms willingly straight up so he could pull it right up over my head. My arms came down and went right to my button and zipper as Rob’s lips met mine in a kiss. I knelt up on my legs and pushed my pants down, breaking free from the kiss to roll over and push my pants off. Rob assisted by leaning over and yanking them off me completely, his big cock sticking out tantalizingly. But then he was kissing me again, kneeling on the bed, his feet hanging over the sides as he pulled me back into him.

We were kissing like mad, as if waiting this long had built up the desire like never before. His solid nude body felt on fire next to mine, and I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him, or touch him enough. My hands were grabbing and clutching any part of him I could: his back, his shoulders, his arms, his legs, his ass. Rob was equally fired up, using his strength to hold me down, lifting my arms up and lick parts of my upper body, kicking my legs open with his legs to grind into me. If our mouths weren’t connected in a deep kiss, then our lips were exploring body parts.

Rob licked his way down to my cock and took my 8 inches in his mouth. His beard tickled my nuts as he laid between my legs slapping my dick against his face and licking my shaft up and down. His eyes kept looking up at me as he played with my dick, sucking it deep at times, and then at others holding it straight up and stroking it as his tongue flicked at my balls. And then watching me, he licked lower and lower.

His hands pushed at my ass, lifting me up and hoisting my butt in the air as his tongue made its way to my hole. He leaned in and started tonguing my ass like a pussy, and it drove me wild. I grunted and grabbed my legs behind my knees to keep them up, closing my eyes at this teasing sensation. Rob got into more, blowing on me, sticking his fat tongue into my hole and tongue-fucking me for a while, relishing in the fact that I was squirming at his moves.

He sat up and pressed his thick middle finger at my ass and plugged my ass with it, watching my eyes widen as he inserted it. “Yeah boy.” He growled, watching my face as he shoved his finger in. “You ready for my cock? Tell me you want it.”

His voice was sexy, deep, and filled with lust. I think I growled lowly and nodded. “I want your cock Rob. You need to fuck me now!” I moaned, reaching up to pull his head towards me by the neck and kiss him.

He pulled his finger out and moved his cock into position. Lubed with his spit, the head of his dick slipped in and I arched my back and hissed through my teeth. His cock was definitely wider than his finger.

“Come on baby,” He cooed over me, leaning so close to my face as he held his cock in place, afraid to slide in all the way just yet. “Take it. Show me you want it.”

He was waiting for me to open up, waiting for me to let him in. I gritted my teeth and grabbed his shoulders, moving my legs wider and feeling myself relaxing for him. He grinned on one side of his face as our eyes locked on each other, Rob’s nose inches from mine as he held himself over me in a push up stance.

His cock twitched and I moaned, feeling that against the walls of my ass as I welcomed him in a bit more, his cock head breaching my entrance and popping inside. Both of us let out a low sound of approval, and I licked my lips. “Oh fuck I love you Rob.” I heard the words ooze out of me easily, causing that side grin to spread and he inhaled deeply.

“I fucking love you too buddy.” He said and pushed forward, slamming his entire cock into. He moved his knees into my legs and pulled my waist towards him so he was kneeling straight up as I lay perpendicular to his body. He held me by the waist and started pulling and pushing me onto his cock, fucking me in a 90 degree angle. My mouth gaped open as this angle made me scream in pleasure, my hands clutching at his wide quads.

“Holy FUCK!” I yelled as he continued to drill me hard.

He moved a knee backwards, and pulled me along with him, until he was standing at the edge of the bed, pulling me into position so that I was laying flat on my back and he stood over me. He pulled my ass right the edge of the bed, and then grabbed my ankles and started to fuck me hard and deep, his eyes staring down at me. From this position, I got a good look at the powerhouse cop he was, completely naked, chest hair matted along his big beefy pecs perfectly. His stomach was almost flat but still solid. His shoulders looked huge, and his guns were on full display as he held my practically smooth legs straight up in the air by the ankles.

He leaned into me more the longer he fucked me, letting go of my legs to grab the back of my neck to hold me as he pounded me. He was giving me a good hard ride, ensuring that I was getting every inch of him.

“Feel good?” He growled at me, rubbing his hand over my chest and up my neck to my face as if he could feel my pleasure. His hand felt rough on me but tender at the same time, like he was making sure I was real.

“Fuck YES!” I moaned. “Kiss me!” I reached up to his neck with both my hands and pulled him down into me, forcing my own body into a curled ball as he leaned into me to kiss me while still fucking me hard.

He raised his body up again, holding my neck in his hand still and looked down at me, his hips in a continuous rhythmic pumping action. “I just may have to handcuff you one of these times.” He smirked down at me. The word “handcuff” made me writhe in pleasure under him and I groaned in approval. His eyebrow raised and he chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll try that one time baby.” His voice this time came out in deep whisper as he drilled into me harder, causing me to literally squeal.

And then he was crawling onto the bed, fucking me harder and moving me upwards at the same time as he did. His mouth clamped down on mine, and I wrapped myself around him, the way that I loved as he fucked me missionary now. Our bodies were in synch, completely engulfing each other. I was swallowing his spit as he kissed me, and I could hear both our breaths increasing as this relentless pounding continued.

“Fuck me Rob.” I groaned into his mouth. “Fuck it out of me.”

He let his head fall beside my neck. He hooked his arms under my legs and held them open wide to rest in the crook of his arms as he concentrated on drilling me. I saw stars as he cock punched my spot and the rising cum started to bubble in me. Rob was becoming a pro at pounding my ass in the right way to make me cum. Practically on command.

I reached under my legs and grabbed his ass with a loud slapping sound, and then I squeezed.

“Oh fuck yeah, squeeze my ass baby!” He roared in my ear. I dug my fingers so far into his cheeks that I heard him grunting like a beast, his cock hammering my ass like never before. I hung on to him, starting that familiar journey as I started to shake uncontrollably. He felt me, and his grunts grew in delight, kissing the side of my neck as he didn’t let up.

My fingers squeezed tighter, making him growl loudly in my ear, but my own moans drowned his sounds out as I started to explode under him. My hands flew up to grab his back, digging my fingers into his flesh as spurt after spurt erupted from my cock in between our bodies as he fucked me senseless. He didn’t stop.

I hung on to him as he roared on, fucking me even harder and deeper, unaware that I had spilled every drop and was literally hanging on to him still in ecstasy and quivering, my cum dripping down my sides or connecting with his torso. I could feel the sweat on him, dripping off his forehead beside me. I leaned my open mouth to his shoulder where I tasted the saltiness from him, and clamped down on him as my fingers drew blood on his back.

“You want my load baby?” He groaned in my ear, pumping so hard the bed banged against the wall loudly. “You want it?!” He grunted, not really waiting for me to answer as he shoved into me hard with one final thrust and let out a loud groan, arching his back, puffing his chest out. Veins in his neck popped as he strained up suddenly and I could FEEL his cum spill into my tunnel. I regripped his back in a different spot and locked my ankles around him to hold him into me as far as I could pull him in as he shuddered on top of me.

“Fuck!” He yelled, shaking out more and more cum from his cock deep into my guts. He repeated “Fuck” over and over until I knew he was done, and then lowered his head to look at me. He bent down to kiss me roughly, his tongue digging into me making me moan in shock and pleasure. His mouth moved from my lips to my cheek, then my forehead to my nose, and back to my lips, covering me in kisses as he held his cock deep in my ass.

I stretched my legs down and felt him relax a bit, moving onto his elbows and forearms to hold his weight up. “Fuck.” He said quietly, rubbing his sweaty forehead on the pillow beside us. He raised up on one hand and then backed his cock out of my ass, causing me to groan as my hole released him unwillingly. Rob rolled over and got off the bed, and walked around to the side to grab his t-shirt and wipe his face with it. I heard him laugh and he used it to wipe my abs, and then his own, soaking up the cum that I had spilled between us.

His brown eyes found my blue-grey eyes and he gave me his sexiest cop grin. “Your eyes are really grey right now.” He mumbled. “You look like a hot little wolf.” He turned around as if he was looking for something and I could see the finger marks on his back.

“Oh shit Rob.” I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

“What?” he suddenly asked, turning back to me in worry.

I pointed at his body. “Your back. I think I left marks.”

He instinctively turned to look, as if he could see his own back. “Where?” He asked and turned more to me so I could see.

I laughed, seeing under each shoulder blade definite finger marks and scratches where my hands had been. I looked at his beefy ass and saw two handprints there as well, with red finger outlines perfectly formed on either side. Rob was laughing as he turned to show me, unable to see the marks I had left on him. I thought he would be mad, but instead he posed for me, lifting his leg up in a bodybuilder stance and showing off his back to me. “You know, I find it hot that you marked me.” He said, turning back to me.

Oddly, I did too. “Looks good on you. My big beast fucking me so hard I left scratch marks on you.”

He growled and jumped onto the bed beside me, landing near me and pulling me into him to smash our bodies together. He pulled me over with him as he rolled on his back, trapping me in his arms, my face in between his burly pecs. I was giggling as our bodies entangled, and then, as if in a romance novel, he just held me tightly against him, looked deep into my eyes as we laid together and softly kissed me. For a long time.

I was ready to go again by the time he pulled back and stared at me. By the feel of him on my thigh, I knew he was ready too. “You are one sexy man.” I whispered to him as he looked at me. I played with his beard, feeling how soft it was and picking out the grey hairs lined along the bottom.

He playfully grinned at me, raising his head up as I rubbed his chin. “Well you certainly make me feel a heck of a lot younger.” He slapped my ass and rolled off the bed, my red hand prints still tattooed on his ass and the scratch marks visible. I hadn’t realized just how hard I had held on to him. He moved to the door and opened it up, looking at the TV. “We missed the ending of the game.” He laughed.

I shrugged and rolled onto my stomach on the bed. “It was worth it.”

Rob came back and flopped down on his stomach beside me, shoulder to shoulder with me. “Yes it sure as fuck was.” He muttered. I could feel his foot move over mine and he started to rub it slowly up and down my own. We laid there together in silence for a moment, just touching skin to skin, staring at one other in peaceful quiet.

Finally, Rob spoke. “I’m retiring in July.”

I let that land, and wondered why he was telling me. I looked over at his big puppy dog eyes beside me, and watched him lean on his forearms, his face right next to mine.

“I don’t want to make any changes until then. I need to finish my career properly. But when I do, I’m moving out.” His foot moved along my calf as he stared at me. “We were planning on selling this place anyway as it’s too big. Sue’s getting a small townhouse – she’s already been looking, and I was going to get a condo. On my own.” He raised his eyebrows and hid his mouth under his arm and waited.

I swallowed hard and kept my eyes locked on him. July was only ten months away.

Rob moved slightly closer to me, the entire side of his body pressed up against mine, his foot still lightly rubbing my leg and driving me wild. My cock was hard under me, pressed into the mattress, and I was sure Rob’s was too, given how much he fucked me the last time I slept over at his house. But it was my heart that was beating furiously as I waited for him to continue.

“I don’t want to be on my own though.” Those eyes looked directly at me, and his handsome face waited. His lips were pursed tight, hidden now by his beard as he waited.

I turned on my side and slid my leg in between his. He adjusted and propped up on his elbows as I moved over to him and placed my arm over his back just above his glorious ass. He was sort of leaning away from me as my knee went in between his legs, and I could see his cock, big and hard on the bed below his waist. I wrapped my other hand around his arm near me and I moved my head in close to his.

“I don’t either.” I said quietly.

“You okay with that? Waiting till July?”

He looked relaxed. Calm. Yet after our last conversation, I knew just how hard this type of thing was for him. And I was falling in love with him more.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled and leaned over to kiss my lips softly. “Thank God.” He whispered.

The kiss grew, his mouth opening up. I felt his hand glide along my upper thigh and then over my ass. His large hand pulled me gently towards him, and I heard him inhale deeply, and I knew he was going to seal this deal by fucking me again.

I lifted my leg over his to show him I agreed.