“So am I.”
Lifting herself up, I felt her grab the base of my cock and press it against her tight little hole. She gasped as she ever so slowly slid it inside her, waiting until the head of my cock popped inside before she stopped, taking a breath. I knew it didn’t hurt her, but I still reached up to run my fingers through her hair, her eyes closing for a moment as she moved her head into my palm.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself down my cock until there was nothing else to slide inside her. Watching her face light up, she shuffled, resting her hands on my chest, before she started to slowly ride me.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
“Love my cock, sweetheart?”
Her face lit up at the new pet name I’d just thought of. “Sweetheart?”
“I can think of a million different others, but yeah. Sweetheart.”
She smiled, keeping the same tempo, moving my hands to her hips, moving my legs as she adjusted slightly. Watching her face then her cock, I saw that move a couple of times, almost throbbing with excitement. “Hitting the right spot inside me, baby,” she murmured, “God, I just want to cum all over you again with your cock buried in my arse.”
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cover me in it.”
That was all the urging she needed, starting to ride me a lot faster. I worried she might actually hurt herself, but apart from stopping once to apply more lube, she seemed to just be thoroughly enjoying herself. Considering I’d cum hard before, I knew I was going to last a while longer. Her arse was something else. So tight. So snug. So warm. I loved every second. And I was delighted she hadn’t asked me to wear a condom. I hadn’t had sex since the ex-wife. She’d been on a long dry spell herself. And we agreed that condoms just plain suck.
“Fuck, I love your arse, Cindy.”
That made her smile, riding me a little faster still. Running a hand up her body, I moved enough that I could sit up and suckle at one of her nipples. That seemed to drive her even wilder. “Oooh, that’s perfect. Suck my tits. Just think. They’ll never sag!” I chuckled as I moved from one nipple to the other, Cindy riding me faster and faster at the same time, her hand now wrapped around her shaft, pumping her cock.
“Oh god, this is far too good,” she moaned.
Moving my hands to her arse again, I leaned back and started to pump into her at the same time. She cried out, thankfully covering her mouth with her free hand, her body starting to jerk and shudder, the sign she was getting close to orgasm.
Meeting my eyes, I knew she was about to pop, squealing into her palm as the first spurt erupted from her cock, some of it landed on my chin and mouth. The next spurt was just as strong, hitting my chin, the next three lining my chest. She dribbled out a little more as she slowed down and eventually stopped, wiggling her arse as I hadn’t finished yet.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, leaning down and kissing me deeply, “Holy shit, Mark. That was… I don’t have the words…” Resting on her forearms, she kissed me again, “Fuck me. Fuck me nice and hard. I want to feel you cum in me again.”
Grabbing each cheek firmly, I lasted about five minutes. I didn’t fuck her as hard as perhaps she expected. I didn’t need to, nor did I want to. Last thing I wanted to see on her face was a second of pain, and if she was wincing, I could only assume it wasn’t entirely enjoyable. I knew about pleasure and pain, the thin line between those two feelings, but she loved every second.
Kissing her as I climaxed, I kept on pumping until I knew I had nothing left to give her. With a soft groan, I relaxed back on the bed, Cindy resting on my chest, arm automatically wrapping around her. “We’re going to need a shower,” she murmured.
“Yeah. Give me a few minutes.”
She laughed. “Worn you out?”
“Cindy, sex with you is just phenomenal. There are probably other words to explain just how fucking good it is…”
“What’s your ex-wife’s name?”
“Megan.”
“Megan is a fucking idiot.” I had to cover my mouth again as I laughed. “Honestly, we’ve had sex twice now and I haven’t been fucked better. Helps that I really like the person fucking me, I guess.” She kissed me softly on the lips before adding, “Though I’m hoping, one day, I can return the favour.”
I smiled as I replied, “One day, Cindy. I promise.”
Heading out of the room a few minutes later, we kissed and cuddled in the shower. Though we both got hard again, I think Cindy would have been happy for a third round. My body was definitely willing, but it had been a long week. Cindy took pity on me, thankfully, happy enough to cuddle with me back in bed.
Natalie was up early the next morning as always, making her some breakfast before Cindy wandered out to join me, dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of panties. She was modest enough in front of my daughter, which was fine. Natalie watched cartoons on the TV as I enjoyed a coffee with my lover at the small table in the adjoining kitchen.
“Daddy, can we go to the park later?”
“Sure, munchkin.” I glanced at Cindy, who immediately smiled and nodded. “Cindy will join us too.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I was thinking that Natalie was surely going to ask some questions, but maybe she was waiting for later. She was content to watch cartoons most of the morning, giving me time to clean up, Cindy grabbing her bag and heading home for an hour. Taking a seat next to my daughter once I’d dressed, she cuddled into me as always.
“She’s very pretty, Daddy.”
“She is. I like her a lot.”
“She makes you happy? You’ve been sad a lot.”
“I know, munchkin. I know. And yes, she makes me very happy.”
“Then I like her too.”
I wasn’t going to explain that Cindy was a woman but with a difference. That was a conversation for when she was older. A lot older. And something Cindy should really be sharing with her. Then I thought I was thinking into the future too much. I’d only known Cindy a week. Still, she’d been eager to come over at the same time as my child was with me, so that surely mean something.
She returned by lunchtime, taking her bag and placing it in my bedroom, walking out into the living to find Cindy on the couch, Natalie sat in front of her, Cindy playing with her hair. I stood and smiled before they looked my way, Natalie smiling, Cindy looking a little guilty. “What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I was thinking a nice braid,” Cindy replied, “Do you mind?”
“Of course not. What do you think, Natalie?”
“I’d like it! But I like her hair too. It’s very shiny.”
Cindy only had a ponytail, something she must have done while back at home. I immediately had one or two thoughts about what I’d do with said ponytail. It must have crossed my eyes, Natalie not paying attention but Cindy definitely noticed. “Like my ponytail, Mark?” she asked, the sultry tone to her voice unmissable.
Clearing my throat, I suggested we’d have lunch shortly before going to the park.
It was a warm day, and it was only a fifteen-minute walk, so we strolled along, holding Natalie’s hand with my right, Cindy’s hand with my left. As soon as we were near the playground, I let go of Natalie as she took off, no surprise a couple of her friends were already there. I recognised some of the parents, and they knew me. I was polite, introducing Cindy if asked, but we eventually walked away to a seat for privacy, keeping an eye on Natalie.
“She’s adorable,” Cindy whispered, leaning into my side. Wrapping an arm around her, she snuggled into me tighter.
“I hate I only get every second weekend. I usually get one day during every second week, but trying to organise it is tough with work. Comes with the position I have. With great power comes great responsibility.”
She giggled for a moment. “She seems to adore you regardless.”
“Have to make the most of these two days that we have.” I gave her a gentle squeeze before I had to ask, “Have you ever thought…”
“Yes, and no. I knew it likely wasn’t ever going to happen. I thought, if I did meet a man, he might already have children. In that regard, I was right.”
“I’d like you to meet my son, but he’s… well, he was better yesterday. Hugged me for the first time in months. Guess me being depressed hasn’t helped his mood.”
“How will your ex-wife react to me coming over?”
“I don’t fucking care, Cindy,” I almost growled, “You’re in my life now. And if you are, then you will be part of my children’s life.” I took a few minutes before I sighed. “Sorry,” I muttered, “Part of me is still bitter after all this time.”
“I’d suck your dick to feel better, but I think we’d both end up on some sort of register if I did that here.”
Natalie tried herself out within a couple of hours, carrying her on my back to the apartment. Cindy and Natalie helped me prepare a more nutritious dinner than the previous night before we watched a movie on Netflix. I didn’t really pay attention, but it had castles, a princess or two, and more songs than I could almost tolerate. But Natalie enjoyed it, and that’s what mattered.
After a quick shower, she happily went to bed, falling asleep rather quickly. Cindy was still on the couch when I walked out. “Drink?”
“Got any wine?”
“Let me look as I don’t really drink the stuff. But if you’re a constant visitor, I’ll be sure to keep some from now on.”
“Sounds like a permanent invitation is on offer? If that’s the case, you can come visit me anytime you want, Mark.”
I grabbed two bottles of beer, undoing the cap for both. Cindy was happy enough with that, clinking them together before taking a sip. “Your apartment is far nicer than mine,” I said, “I’m finding it difficult to think of this place as a home.”
“I can help,” she said brightly, “Until you move in with me, that is.”
“I what now?”
She put the bottle on the table and immediately straddled my lap, kissing me softly, before she leaned back and smiled. “Scare you, did I?”
“No, not that. It’s just… it’s been a week, Cindy and this just feels… right… Know what I mean?”
“Want to go to bed?”