Free Open Eyes (Open Skies) by Marysol James

gently rubbed between their bodies, his slick thumb pressing on her vulnerable bud. She gave a cry and his movements grew stronger: he drove himself in to her slim body with a groan, holding nothing back now.
    Tammy panted his name as her pussy began to flicker, the muscles going in to spasms of pure delight. She threw back her head and heard her cries getting louder, felt her body shaking and straining. Rob slammed in to her, every thrust stroking her lower lips, and the combination of his roughness combined with the delicious glide back and forth drove her over the edge.
    Rob felt Tammy’s sex clutch at him as she came, and he let himself go at the same moment. He held her in place and thrust as hard and deep as he could, knowing that she loved it when he filled her so completely. As the pressure built, Rob gave one final, twisting push of his hips and he shattered in a burst of light and sound and pure pleasure. He shouted his release, then lowered his large upper body down on to hers, gathering her trembling body in his arms.
    Tammy stroked his back, loving his weight on her. She kissed his shoulder, licked off some sweat. They had been making love all day and they were both sweetly exhausted.
    He raised his head, still breathless, and kissed her. She smiled at him, her violet eyes very dark in the half-light.
    “I love you.” He ran his fingers over the delicate curves on her face.
    “Oh, Rob. I love you too.”
    With great reluctance, he pulled out of her body and she sighed.
    “I hate it when you have to do that,” she said. “I always feel empty, somehow. It’s like – my body misses yours.”
    “I know, sweetheart. Mine misses yours too, believe me.”
    He pulled the sheets over her supple body, then climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. Tammy propped herself up on one slim arm and watched his broad back and perfect ass go in to the other room, then she watched his muscled chest approach again.
    He got back in to her bed and took her in his arms. “Come here, sweet thing.”
    She lay her dark head on his chest, playing with the golden hair there. “So, do you think we should have something to eat now?”
    His eyes gleamed.
    She laughed. “Now, now. You ate that earlier.”
    “I did. And you loved it.”
    Her pussy gave a pulse of memory; she loved having his mouth on her, lapping and sucking her to the point of screaming.
    “I did.”
    They shared a smile.
    “But,” Tammy continued. “I am kind of hungry… I mean for food.”
    Rob sat up. “OK. Let’s go make something to eat.”
    “I made dinner already,” Tammy said. “I just need to heat it up.”
    Twenty minutes later, they were in Tammy’s tiny kitchen eating turkey stir-fry with rice.
    “I know it’s not the whole traditional Thanksgiving turkey thing,” Tammy said. “But I can’t do much more in this kitchen, I’m afraid.”
    Rob shook his head. “It’s delicious.” He took a sip of wine and paused. “Tammy?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I was wondering if we could talk again about – about moving in together?”
    She stared at him.
    “I mean – I know when I brought it up four months ago, you said you weren’t ready.” He swallowed. “I was just wondering if maybe – maybe you were? Ready? Almost?”
    “Your timing is so astounding,” she said.
    “It is? How come?”
    Tammy sipped her wine. “Because I just talked to Christine today about my renting this place from her.”
    Christine was Rob’s younger sister and she and her husband owned Tammy’s apartment. Christine offered Tammy a great deal on the rent, and Tammy kept the place immaculate and had done some decorating herself: some fresh paint, a few pieces of furniture. Both sides were thoroughly delighted with the arrangement.
    “Oh,” Rob said. “What did you talk about?”
    “Well, oddly enough – we talked about me not living here anymore.”
    Rob’s heart stopped. “Are you – are you thinking about moving in with me?”
    Tammy looked at him across the