A confession.

William finally has Cynthia back in his arms. He was holding this gorgeous, sexy, voluptuous goddess of a woman as she sat on his lap, and yet instead of lust, he was overcome by an intense sense of relief, comfort and joy.

He held Cynthia close, and the older woman snuggled against him, caressing his cheeks and rubbing her nose against his. Cynthia tenderly pecked his lips, smiling and sighing softly. They must’ve spent 20 minutes like that, without saying a word.

“This is definitely the longest time we’ve been together without you ravaging my body,” she told him teasingly, tracing a finger along his jawline.

“Is that bad?” Will asked. His chest tightened. “Do you want me to?”

Cynthia slowly shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. This is nice, too. I think I’ve forgotten how to take things slow.”

Will swallowed. Cynthia’s harmless joke brought back thoughts he kept trying to burrow. “It’s… no secret that I love sex, but… Sometimes I feel that’s all I am these days.”

Cynthia blinked and looked at Will in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Will pursed his lips, holding back a grimace. “What am I other than the host of Ishtar? What can I do? What can I offer you and the others beyond sex? I try not to think about it because… I fear the answer is ‘nothing’. If not for Ishtar, I’d be another unremarkable guy with nothing to offer.”

There would be no reason for any girl to be with him. It had happened four times before, when he was tossed aside for better guys. Now he had something to give, and that something was incomparable sex. But that was Ishtar. Those were her abilities manifesting through him. What did William Sawyer have to offer?

‘Tsk. So that’s what you meant the other day. About not believing you were fit to have a harem.’

Will didn’t answer. Ishtar knew already.

But no, he couldn’t sulk like this. If he had nothing to offer, adding flaws on top of himself would only make things worse.

“Sorry, that came out of nowhere,” he quickly added, laughing it off. “Just a dumb thought I have sometimes. I just have to keep working hard. I promise you won’t regret being with me.”

Cynthia’s deep blue eyes stared into his for a long, lingering moment. She then cupped his cheek and brushed her lips against his.

“I really was a fool. Amelia was totally right.”

“Hm?”

Cynthia shook her head. “You’re wrong, you know?”

“A-Am I?”

“Yes. I can tell, Amelia can tell, and I bet the other girls can, too. You’re an open book, Will. It’s easy to see how much you care about us.”

Will almost scoffed. “It’s not enough.”

“It is for me,” Cynthia told him. “Will, you’re a young man. You were in the middle of discovering yourself when all this weird stuff was thrust upon you. You don’t need to rush. Take your time to work on yourself, to work towards the person you want to be. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” She kissed his cheek. “In fact, I want to be there, watching, supporting you.”

“...I’ll be there whenever you need me. I promise.”

Cynthia chuckled. “Relax. We’re only just starting our relationship again. Let’s take things one step at a time, okay?”

Will breathed deeply. “Okay.”

“But, you know…” She started to lightly trace lines along Will’s chest. “I love sex, too, Will.”

Will smiled and shook his head. “I never said I didn’t want to do it.”

He slid his hand down from her waist and towards her denim-clad butt. He gave it a playful grope as he looked into Cynthia’s eyes, earning himself a deep, grinning kiss.

Cynthia sneaked her hand under Will’s T-shirt and caressed his abs. “Mmm… Are these harder than before?” She lifted his T-shirt to look and found them to be more defined than they were the last time she saw them.

“I’ve been training,” Will told her. He held Cynthia and smoothly lifted and moved her so she was straddling his lap. She let out a little yelp of surprise at being carried so easily. “It’s difficult, but worth it.”

He gave one of her breasts a squeeze, letting his power work its magic, enhancing the natural pleasure of his touch. Cynthia squirmed and moaned, letting out a very sexy “Hah!” when Will thumbed her nipple. It was second nature to him by now, as natural as breathing, as easy as moving his fingers.

“Mmm! God, I really did miss this! Will, I want you inside me, now!”

“What, with so little foreplay?” he teased, kissing her chin.

“We have all day, don’t we? Unless you have somewhere else to be today?”

“Take off your pants,” he told her.

Cynthia kicked off her sandals, raised her hips and began to pull down her blue jeans. Meanwhile, Will brought out his cock, unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting those beautiful, heavy breasts fall.

“I missed these, too,” he told her, grabbing them and sucking on them, one after the other.

Cynthia threw her pants and her panties aside and lowered herself on Will, pressing his length against her slit and coating it with her juices as she grinded on it.

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Will’s neck. “We find ourselves in this position a lot, don’t we?”

“Oh yeah…” he said, just now realizing she was right. “Want to move?”

“No. I love it.” She pushed her chest further against Will’s face for emphasis. She then raised her hips again, lined up his cock with her entrance and sank down on it. The effect was instant.

Will felt her pussy tightening into a vice grip as she came. She threw her head back, her blonde hair whipping back, and her jaw hanging in a silent scream. She trembled from pleasure, soon losing strength and falling back on him.

‘Did I go overboard?’

‘Nah. It’s been too long for her. She’s fine. Hell of an orgasm, though. Nice.’

Will waited without moving, but Cynthia would have none of that. She hugged him closer, pressed her chest against his and began moving on her own, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Don’t you have mercy on me now,” she told him, attacking his lips with fierce, passionate kisses. “Fuck me until I’m sore. Do it, Will. Fuck your woman’s pussy.”

Man, with all that was happening, Will had almost forgotten how horny Cynthia could get. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.