They both nodded. I looked at my watch. “Hey, I should head home. It’s getting late.”
Dave chuckled. “I’m surprised you came here at all. I mean, if I was with her, we wouldn’t get out of bed for the rest of my life.”
I stood up. “Dave, I mean it. There’s more to this than sex. I love her, okay?”
He got up and gave me a bear hug. “We’re happy for ya. Give her our best.”
She was sitting in the den, reading, a tumbler with a sliver of whiskey sitting beside her. She looked up as I came in and sat beside her.
“Hey, how did it go with the guys? Have a good time?”
“Yeah, it was good. We haven’t gone for a beer in awhile.” I nodded toward the drink. “I see you’re still on a mission.”
“It’s my new goal in life,” she chuckled. “Someday, I’ll figure out why anyone in their right mind would enjoy this stuff.” She held the glass up and took a tiny sip. “Cheers, my love.”
I leaned in, my hand on her shoulder. “Emma, I have to tell you about something that happened at the pub tonight.”
She twisted around to face me. “Okay. This sounds serious.”
“It is. First of all, don’t get upset. It’s all good.”
“Yeah, now you’re scaring me.”
I held her hands. “No, honestly, it’s good.” I took a breath. “Dave and George know about us.”
She sat upright, eyes wide. “What the fuck? We weren’t going to tell anyone! I thought we’d agreed on that!”
I nodded. “We did, I know. It wasn’t intentional. They knew something was up. Knowing them, they’d have never let it go until they got a straight answer. It seemed best to get out in front of it, eliminate any wrong impressions.”
“How exactly did they know something was up?”
“Apparently, I’ve been a lot happier recently. The only reason they could come up with was that I was in love.”
“That would actually be really sweet if it wasn’t so terrifying. So now what? Are we going to end up in the news?” She dragged her hands down her face, worried. “I’m not ready for this. Not yet, at least.”
I squeezed her hands. “Look, it’s all good. I know I can trust them with secrets, important secrets. They’re good men.”
“I’m honestly not ready for this, but if you’re okay with it, then I guess I’ll have to be. I’ve met Dave before, but who’s this George guy? How did they react?”
“Better than expected. In fact, surprisingly well.” I smiled. “Dave’s jealous. He thinks you’re quite a catch.”
She puffed her cheeks. “Your friends have been checking me out, have they? Good to know.”
“Hey, it shows they have very good taste.”
“You’re such a flatterer.”
“Just the facts, Ma’am. Just the facts.”
“Careful. If you go around quoting ancient cop shows, people will think you’re old,” she teased.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then held her chin and kissed her softly. She closed her book and set it on the table, then turned and pushed me down onto the sofa. She climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. She unbuttoned my shirt, kissed my chest, then moved lower, undoing my belt and zipper. She pulled my cock out and wrapped her fingers around it, licking and kissing the tip as I got hard. She looked up at me and smiled.
“There’s nothing old about you.” She stood up and pulled my trousers off. “Don’t go anywhere.” She ran upstairs and was back in a moment, a small foil wrapper in her hand. “We’re gonna need this.” She pulled her leggings and panties off, straddled my legs, took hold of my cock again and swirled her tongue around the tip. I moaned as she took me into her mouth, sucking softly, dancing her tongue around the head. She sucked harder, pushing down until I felt the back of her throat. She gagged but kept me in her mouth, pressing down again and again until I felt the tightness of her throat grip the head. She gagged again, coughed, and pulled back, then dove down, determined to try again. I was hard as rock, my climax building.
“Oh… Emma…” I moaned.
She gagged once again, then sat up, breathing hard, wiping her mouth. “Was that good?”
I nodded, breathing hard as well. “Amazing.”
“It’s all about practice,” she chuckled, tearing the foil packet open, then rolling the condom down my cock. “One of these days, I gotta get on the pill.” She guided me into herself and sat down. She was still tight, but oh so wet, and took me inside until the head pressed hard against her womb. “Oh, god, yes,” she moaned. “You fill me right up. This feels so good.” She pressed her hands against my chest and rode me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. I pulled her shirt up over her head and cupped her breasts. She leaned forward, offered a nipple to my mouth, and my cock slipped out of her. I held her hips, trying to push up inside as I suckled her breasts.
She smiled. “I’m not tall enough for both, Jeff. You have to choose — either suck me or fuck me.”
I pulled her down onto my cock again, thrusting up into her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Good choice.”
She rode me harder, holding my hands against her breasts, squeezing my fingers around them as she moved faster, biting her lip.
“Oh, Jeff, I’m close,” she moaned a few minutes later, taking me deep and hard, pushing down onto me faster, gyrating her hips. She gasped and shuddered, rocking her hips. “Oh, god… oh fuck, yes… yes!”
I followed close behind, arching my back as my gut tightened, my cock throbbing deep inside her…
We lay cuddled together on the sofa, skin to skin, as I stroked her back. She nuzzled and kissed my neck. This was heaven to me, feeling her body against mine, her lips on my skin. I hadn’t realised until now how much I missed having someone in my life.
“I love you, Emma,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Jeff, so much. Thank you for taking me in. Thank you for all of this.”
“Emma, you should know about something else that came up at the pub tonight.”
She rose and looked at me. “This better be good news.”
“Oh, it definitely is. Dave found out this is okay.”
“What do you mean?”
“Legally. There’s nothing to stop us from doing this legally. I thought we were dancing on the edge of incest, but apparently not. Is it unusual? Yes. Is there any legal reason we can’t? No.”
She kissed me deeply. “You have no idea what that means to me. This just keeps getting better and better.”
I squeezed her, kissed her tenderly, and we headed for bed.
I woke to the touch of her hand on my cheek. She lay there, head propped on her arm, smiling.
“Good morning, Love,” she whispered.
I caressed her cheek. She was so beautiful, even first thing in the morning, hair tousled, a pillow crease running down the side of her face. Dave was right — I truly had hit the jackpot when she came into my life. I’d rarely felt so blessed. Life had definitely taken a turn for the better.
“Good morning.”
She leaned in and pecked my nose. “We need to talk about summer break.”
“Yeah, I guess we do,” I nodded.
“Obviously, I don’t want to go home, but I do want to see Mum and Dad. They made it clear they expect me to come home. For sure, it would raise some questions if I told them I’d rather stay here. They’re just waiting for me to give them some dates so they can book a flight.”
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