Chapter 96: Chapter 96

KRISTEN

"Thank you very much," I smiled at Edith who was clutching her bag on the front porch. "June looks a lot better."

"Oh, it's nothing. She is just going through a difficult time and needs reassurance. She'll be fine."

"I know she will," I closed the door a crack. "Have a lovely night..."

"You too."

I almost ran up the stairs after locking the door behind me.

The erection I had been hiding behind the entire time was becoming very painful. I took off my shirt, dumping it on the stairs before getting to my room where I was sure June was.

"You are very impatient," she laughed immediately after I stepped in. To my surprise, she hadn't taken off her clothes. "Come here."

I walked to the window where she stood and hugged her from behind.

"I thought you wanted it..." I murmured behind her ear. "I thought you—"

"Yes, I do."

I almost sighed. It's been so long since we had sex. I've been patiently waiting for her to initiate it because I knew she needed a lot of time to get back to herself.

"It's okay if you are not ready... yet."

"Don't tell me you won't touch me tonight," she said, turning to wrap her hands around my neck.

I kissed her lips. "I will do more than touch," I grinned. "Just tell me what you want."

"Whatever you have to give, Kristen," she teased with our lips inches apart.

"You're an amazing young lady," I murmured into her face, half-excited, half-drunk in lust. "...Beautiful, smart, and incredibly pretty whether you like it or not. What did you see in an old man like me?"

She smiled, pulled out of my arm and led me to the bed, sitting in my lap and resting her arms casually around my shoulders.

"In the first place, you are not old. Ask any lady if it's easy to find a sane, intelligent, and responsible man these days. Men like you are rarer than you think," She cupped my face. "I also see a man who habitually does the right thing while worrying about the ones he loves, which is pretty cool. Being good with your hands is sexy."

A wink made me chuckle. "Last but not least, I think you're pretty good-looking yourself. I love you... and you know it."

"I love you too, doll," I kissed her again. "I think I may have the world's biggest crush on you."

She shifted to straddle me on the bed, giving me a very sly smile.

"I suspected, anyway," she bragged with an eye roll. "Stop making it seem like I'm some sort of goddess."

"But you are," I argued seriously. "You are my goddess: strong, beautiful, insanely smart... I can't begin listing your qualities."

Her lips came within a half inch of mine, and she whispered, "Kiss me."

I pulled her the rest of the way into a long, deep kiss. As it continued, my lips drifted down her neck, then to her collarbone, and farther to those glorious boobs she was pressing into my face. The soft cotton of her top kept getting in my way, so I pulled it over her head with her willing help. Her skin tasted sweet and feminine, and under it was the warm smell of a happy, excited woman. She shuddered as her small puffy nipples disappeared into my mouth, first one and then the other.

"Oh my God, that feels so good. Don't stop..."

Stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. My hands slid down her back and found her panties. One good pull and I tossed it aside.

"You okay with this?" I whispered, hot and almost out of breath.

"Have I told you to stop?"

I kissed her again and reached down under her spread hips to her hot, wet centre, running my fingers along and then between her moist lower lips. She gasped and tightened her grip on my shoulders. Then she sat back and attacked my belt and shorts, loosening them as fast as she could. I arched under her a little and I was naked too. She put her arms around my neck and looked down at me, pushing my face into her cleavage.

"Oh, this is incredible..." she moaned.

I entered her slightly. She paused a couple of seconds and then slid down the rest of the way, wiggling a little to get me in as deep as possible. She was hot and wet—and very tight, and it felt so good I would willingly have held her like that all night. After a couple of minutes, she started rocking slightly, and that felt even better. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her slide up and down, all the way in and out. I got a nipple in my mouth again. She was half moaning a steady stream of comments:

"Oh, that's nice...so nice... just like that...this is good, so good... oh yes...yes... oh my GOD!"

I wanted nothing but satisfaction for her.

That was all I wanted at that moment...

June doesn't deserve to suffer. She deserves happiness and satisfaction, laughter, joy, and ecstasy from my touch.

My senses were on high alert to her touch, to her tight warmth wrapped around my cock, sliding on it, forcing out grunts from me.

It was passionate, healing, reassuring...

"June..." I grunted against her nipples. "I love you... I love you..."

It almost became an anthem.

"I love you too," she whispered as she rode us to an unknown place. "Just hold me, Kristen... Don't let me go."

I knew she wasn't just talking about holding her body, but I held her anyway.

"Love me, Kristen... Bask me in your warmth..."

I hugged her feeling the warmth on her back as she bounced on my cock.

A tear slipped out of my right eye.

"Nobody would tear us apart." It was a groan. I really hope she heard that.

The waves of orgasm started from deep inside her and engulfed her whole body, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. We clung to each other, whispering words of promises and reassurances, lost in the lust of the moment, overtaken by desire.

She sagged onto my shoulder, suddenly boneless, and I held her tight while caressing her back...

"It's okay, June... We'll be fine."

The reassurance was also for me...