“Yes,” I manage.
“Simon?”
“Yes?”
“I’m about to—I’m right—it’s there?—”
She presses her hips hard against mine as her pussy tremors around my cock, and then she’s squeezing me from the inside, the satisfied kind of whimper accompanying her internal spasms, and I drop my head back to the ground and let myself go with a groan of utter satisfaction.
The stars twinkle brighter above Bea, her soft chants adding to the music of the night. “Yes, yes, so good, oh my god, yeessssss.”
Most definitely agreed, Beatrice.
Coming inside her is the most exquisite experience I’ve had in ages.
I don’t want this to end.
I want to simply exist here, in this moment, with Bea’s pussy cradling my cock while we both ride a never-ending wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Except I’d like to see her face.
Witness her lovely green eyes heady with desire.
Watch her flush.
Do her dimples come out when she’s aroused?
I’m pondering all of it as her body relaxes and she sags down against me, head nestling into the crook of my neck.
The last of my own orgasm subsides and, breaking my own long-standing rule, I loop my arms around her back and hold her while we both catch our breaths.
I’m certain I did not deserve this tonight.
And I’m also certain I haven’t a care in the world if I deserved it or not.
“Okay,” Bea finally says quietly.
“Excuse me?”
“You passed the test. We can do this friends-with-benefits thing.”
I blink up at the blurry stars for a moment.
And then the most unexpected thing of all happens.
I burst out laughing.
Perhaps Bea will be good for all of me.
As a friend.
For a short while only.
As it must be.
23
IT WAS JUST GOOD SEX, NOT LOVE
