I’m so tired. He’s exhausted. I’m not in my right mind. I should eat something, sleep for a hundred hours, and we should talk more in the morning and worry about sex then. Neither of us is going to perform well tonight.
But that’s the thing. This is not a performance.
When I take Foster into my hands and watch him react, it’s so real.
Foster is pure and raw as he handles me, pushing me onto my side and entering me from behind.
It’s loving and sweet like a hug, but incredibly tight and exciting at the same time. I’ve never taken anyone in this big, this deep.
Holding on tight to his arms as I grip the headboard is a moment I’ll never forget.
The soft beard feathers against my back, but I want more. I crave all of him. I want him to mark me.
I exhale as he pulls out and thrusts back in. “You don’t have to be soft with me,” I whisper as I push back.
“Where have you been, Ari?”
“I’m here now. I’ll always be here.”
I let out a huge gasp as Foster drives into me, the bed frame slapping against the wall.
It’s rough, firm, and perfect. Foster’s body is a protective wall, but incredibly comforting as I use all my muscles to pull him in tighter, closer.
His big hand lets go of mine as he reaches down, caressing my ribs, my stomach, my lower belly, my thighs. I tremble as he drags his hand back up until he reaches the apex of my thighs. When his expert fingers find my aching clit, I close my eyes and let go.
I come apart with Foster spooning me so tightly, I almost can’t breathe. Behind my eyelids, lightning strikes.
Foster buries his face in my back as his release rocks through him. His body stiffens around me; he growls against my skin.
He is everywhere. My man is everywhere.
When he finishes, I don’t want to let him go.
“Stay,” I whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here until you’re fucking sick of me, and even then I won’t be far away.”
Foster stays just like that, planted inside, as we soak each other in.
“I might fall asleep like this, Foster.”
“I’m good with that, sunshine.”
Chapter
Fifteen
Foster
I thought it was over for me.
I thought I was going to grow old and never know the feel of a good woman in my bed again.
But I have one. I have the best one.
I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m not about to fuck it up.
We wake some time in the late afternoon, and I’m up first, brewing coffee and cleaning up my messy-ass house before she gets a good look at it in the light of day.
