Page 25 of Blast from the Past


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Taking off my clothes, I slide into bed behind Mercy. My hands slowly brush across her silky skin, enjoying the feeling of having her beside me. In my wildest dreams, I never would have believed I would be able to come home to her.

“Shane,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy, as I tweak one of her nipples.

I really shouldn’t wake her but after the day I had I justwanted to feel her around me. Make sure she really is here, safe and sound. Hitching her leg over my hip, I press my cock against her heat, her pussy already wet for me.

Slowly, I fill her before withdrawing again. My strokes are slow and measured as I continue to play with her full breast. She moans softly, pressing her ass back into me. My other hand skirts across her hip before delving between her legs. Her clit is a hard little nub beneath my fingers as I leisurely rub circles over it.

“More,” she begs softly, and I don’t hesitate to comply, thrusting into her harder.

Her walls flutter as her orgasm crashes over her, setting off my own. It’s explosive and beautiful and I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. Afterward, she lies with her head on my chest, and I play with the ends of her dark hair. Both of us are simply at peace. This is all I’ve ever wanted. She is all I’ve ever wanted.

“I love you.” She places a kiss on my chest, right over my heart.

“And I love you.”

A moment later, a soft sound comes through the baby monitor. A sigh. And I know everything is going to be fine.

The End