“Fuck,” I breathe as she squeezes her inner walls around me.
“Agreed,” she whispers. “He’s majestic. I like him.”
I haven’t had sex without a condom in years. Felicia didn’t want kids and insisted on double protection every time. There wasn’t anyone after her until Sabrina in Hawaii.
But I’ve figured out her tell when she’s lying, and she wasn’t lying when she looked me in the eye, told me she’s on birth control, and I’m the only person she’s been with since her annual check-up in December, when she got a clean bill of health.
I’m setting asideSuper Vengeance Manand beingSuper Brave Man.
Sounds dorky.
Small risks, small rewards.
Big risks, big rewards.
Get burned enough, you don’t want to take the big risks anymore.
But Sabrina—the heart she shows to her community without even knowing it, her code of ethics about gossip, her straightforward insistence that she’d play dirty to save her café—she’s reminding me that I still have a lot of life to live.
I still have so much to learn. To discover.
To fight for.
She lifts her hips and slides back down my erection, slow and steady while she stays curled against me, peppering my skin with gentle kisses wherever she can without moving her head.
This is sleepy sex in a warm bubble bath and I adore it.
I adore her.
So,somuch.
She’s still flexing her hips, lifting off me and settling back down, slow and steady, the squeeze of her pussy dragging out the exquisite pleasure of a building orgasm.
“I should be passed out cold but I think I’m addicted to you,” she murmurs. “I can’t stop.”
“You can sleep tomorrow.”
“If my boss doesn’t fire me for calling in again.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
She laughs, tightening her vagina around my cock, and a leisurely stroll through a bubble bath to climax land turns into an urgent desire to thrust into her.
I flex my hips, and she tenses in my arms. “Oooh, I like that.”
“Do you?”
“Good little man between us.”
She pumps her hips again, and I tilt my pelvis and thrust into her.
“More.” She lifts her head, rises until I almost slip out of her, and then holds my face with her bubbled hands, kissing me while I thrust up and she sinks down.
We’re not slow, but we’re not frantic. Her lips are swollen and cherry red, and she has a hickey forming on her shoulder that was definitely my doing.
Minewhispers through my head while the pressure builds in my balls, warning me I’m close.
Minewhispers louder as her eyes slide shut and she tips her head back, all of that glorious curly red hair falling into the bubbles while the spasms of her orgasm squeeze me tighter.
