I thrust into him harder this time and he grunts. I squeeze him, pumping firmly.
I continue fucking him, stroking him, talking to him.
“You feel so fucking good. God, you look good bent over our bed, giving me your ass.”
I love his groans, his ‘fucks’, and finally, “Cas, God,yes!” as he comes, spilling all over my hand and our sheets.
I fuck into him harder, faster, then grip his hips tightly as my climax slams into me and I pump deep.
I slump forward, curving over his back, breathing hard, kissing his shoulder.
He continues to brace himself, keeping us both supported as we drag in oxygen and float back to earth.
After several long moments, I straighten, running my hands down his back, before I pull out.
He straightens and turns and we kiss, this time lazily, spent and happy.
James runs his hands through my hair and I run mine up and down his back.
When we pull apart, we share a smile.
“Shower?” he asks.
I nod. “Definitely.”
I kick our discarded clothes toward the hamper. We’ll get them later. In the bathroom, James turns the walk-in shower on and I grab the towels. We step in together and take turns dragging soapy hands over each other. We kiss and stroke, but it doesn’t turn sexual.
We’ve had plenty of sex in the shower, of course, but tonight we just clean up, step out and dry off, then get in bed together.
We lie on our sides, looking at each other. He cups my face. I cover his hand.
“What?” I ask.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I intend to love you for the rest of my life. In other houses, with more kids, no matter what’s ahead and what happens.”
I nod. “Ditto.”
“And if Caroline says no, maybe…we don’t…” He trails off.
“No other women?” I ask.
“Maybe.”
“We don’t even have to ask Caroline,” I say. She feels different. And I think that’s a good thing. But if we don’t go there, then we can’t miss what we never have. “It’s up to you.”
He blows out a breath. “The thing is, I really want to ask Caroline.”
That makes my heart do a weird thump. A good, weird thump. That’s what I wanted him to say, but I didn’t want to admit it until he did.
“Me too,” I say. “So, let’s ask. The worst that happens, she says no.”
“Right. And it’s awkward as fuck around her in the gym and just hanging out.”
I laugh. “It won’t be awkward. She’s very cool. I think she’ll just roll with it, honestly. She’ll say no and we’ll shrug and go ‘okay, worth a shot’ and we’ll all move on.”
