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"We should stop."
Mike sighed softly against Stacey's neck. This wasn't the first time those words had been uttered, and it seemed it was Stacey's turn to say them. But Mike already knew this- they both did.
His hand was slipped under her panties, feeling her as she arched against him. She didn't tell him to stop, and it seemed she didn't want to with the way she held onto his arms. A hand slid up to hold the back of his head, and she looked him in the eyes with a mix of guilt and arousal.
She wanted an acknowledgement.
"I know." Mike said, soft as he could muster with her legs wrapped around his waist.
They both knew, and yet it was obvious they weren't going to stop. The words must've just slipped out then, like a useless instinct. Their instincts were all fucked up these days, weren't they?
It was around noon and Kaylee was at school, so the two still had plenty of time. To talk about it? No, what was there to talk about? There were only actions to take since they made up their minds.
As Mike slowly pulled Stacey's panties down, he didn't try to rationalize anything because he already understood. This was a form of coping for both him and Stacey. Why would they both replace Matty in such a twisted way? It was simple- they weren't doing that, it was something entirely different.
'I'm mourning.' Mike had realized after the first few times of this happening. And with this came the realization that Stacey was doing the same. It was funny how it took that long to click, but at least Mike had finally figured it out. He supposed he just didn't like thinking about the 'why' behind the 'what', as it required looking within himself.
"Where'd you go…?" Stacey asked, breaking Mike's train of thought.
He'd been wearing a far-off expression while undressing the rest of the way, but he snapped out of it.
"I'm right here." Mike reassured, leaning in to kiss her.
He fit himself in the space between her legs once more, his erection rubbing against her wet slit for a moment. Stacey let out a breathy moan as he reached to rub at her clit some more- Mike was always good with his hands. Keeping himself in the moment, he kissed her neck while finally starting to press in.
Stacey sighed and held onto him, giving appreciative noises as he worked on her neck and shoulders. By now, he knew all of her weak spots. Eventually Stacey pulled him back though, wanting to let her hands freely roam his body as he slowly thrusted.
They were at a soft and steady pace, though they'd been quick and desperate for each other in the past. Stacey felt Mike's cock rub against that perfect spot, and she slightly arched and moaned. This was the best type of stress relief for her- all her worries and baggage slipping away as she let Mike take care of her emotional and physical needs.
Mike was softly panting as he sped up just a little, always bordering on overwhelmed when it came to these moments with Stacey. She was his first in a long time, and he secretly suspected she'd be his last.
Mike couldn't stop from thinking he was being selfish right now.
Stacey should be going out on dates, or even getting remarried. Would she ever remarry? Even now Mike hoped she would, because her happiness meant more to him than his own. But she wouldn't do that if she thought it meant abandoning Mike.
Gently running a hand through her hair, Mike thought about Stacey's future without him. It would come one way or another, and he wanted it to be painless for her. He was here with her right now- making love in a pool of grief and guilt- and that had to be enough. At least they weren't drowning in those waters alone.
"Mike." Stacey moaned, legs squeezing his waist.
Mike was producing soft noises of his own, both of them being so quiet even if the house was empty. He kept a hand on her, rubbing and stimulating her clit as she was tight around him. Stacey was subtly shivering now from the sensations, breath coming out in short pants with her hold unwavering.
Arching her back more, Stacey let out a light beg, "Please-."
She sounded desperate, as if she was struggling to both find and say the words to describe what she needed. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lips were parted, but she didn't say anything else. Mike knew what she was asking for though, and his hands slid under her hips to keep her steady.
He started thrusting harder, watching the way Stacey's arms fell to rest above her head. Her breasts slightly moved with each thrust, and Mike let his gaze wander between them and her expression. Their minds finally went blank, no more analyzing or mulling over their decisions. If Mike didn't know what to say before, he certainly didn't now- so he continued to push inside her tightening walls.
He was close now, already starting to feel the exhaustion that would hit once they finished. They both chased their orgasms while they struggled to keep quiet, Mike thrusting faster and gripping Stacey's hips. She let out a sudden and slightly pitched moaned- which ended with a soft gasp as she came around Mike. Mike couldn't hold out much longer with this scene, mumbling Stacey's name as he came inside of her.
Stacey slowly relaxed as Mike gave his final thrusts, neither of them concerned since Mike had a vasectomy. He took a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out, letting himself land beside Stacey.
He was always a bit surprised when she collected him into her arms afterwards- as if to comfort him. But then again, she knew just how conflicting their arrangement was. Stacey held onto Mike, relaxing against his body and feeling truly safe when he returned the hold.
Mike let his hand make its way back to her hair, slowly carding his fingers through it to hear a happily little noise from her. He could see the small smile on her face, recognizing just how peaceful she looked. Mike soaked in this image of her- completely comfortable and content- before finally speaking again.
"We should stop."