A Good Life

Sex with breasts was weird. Not that Tim was an expert at sex, but all the sex he'd had up until then hadn't included having his partner sucking on his nipples, squeezing her face into his breasts, nor having the extra weight on his chest bouncing as he thrust. But weirdness didn't stop him from having fun.

"Tim!" Vanessa screamed, perhaps in **** at Nancy from being so loud the night before, "Yes yes yes!"

She had been quite loud during their night in the hotel. Maybe it was her thing. Tim didn't know. He liked it, though. It got him excited, reminded him of how good it was for her. The temptation he had since his supernatural trades had begun was to think only of himself, of what he lost, of what he gained, but most of all, of his own pleasure. Having three, now four, women wanting to give themselves to him was something he had never anticipated for his life. Now that it was happening, Tim had to remind himself that each of these women had lives outside of him, needs, desires, ambitions. He couldn't let himself completely take over their lives just so that he could get off.

"UGH! BABY!" Vanessa shook in orgasm, her bare legs wrapped around his waist, as he approached his own climax. Using her dresser to hold the majority of her weight, her breasts pressed into his as he slammed his erection into her over and over again. Before Justice had taken away his height, sex like this would have never worked. His old frame would have been far too tall, but now that he was smaller, shorter, it was a perfect perch for penetration.

When he finally did cum, Tim found himself shaking even more than Vanessa had, holding onto her so that his knees didn't collapse under him. The older woman leaned back to take his weight, tightening the grip of her locked legs around him, holding him closely in a warm embrace. He didn't just feel sexually satisfied as she held him, he felt loved.

They kissed. It wasn't like his earlier kisses, the ones that were hungry, ****. Tim felt a gentleness in the kiss, an acceptance. With Vanessa he had found a lover, not in the most base, sexual definition of the word, but in someone who he could see loving.

Maybe it was the endorphins from his orgasm, maybe it was the romantic infatuation of a young man having his first sexual experiences, but he felt a deep connection to the woman who mothered his first girlfriend. As he stared into her eyes, he wanted to hold her forever, to stay with her forever. Their life together would never be simple, not with the conditions that his trades had put on his life, but he would do his best to make it good. As he gently kissed her again, he made that promise to himself.

Make it good.