She stares up at me all the while so she’s looking deep in my eyes when pleasure explodes in my spine like pain, lancing through my body, searing every inch of me until I release just like I said I would, deep, deep inside her perfect cunt while she holds me tight.
When it’s done, I hold there a moment longer, searching her face. Did I say too much? Probably. Probably fucked it up just like I always do.
Once I got inside her it was like an avalanche of words just exploded from me one after the other.
Jen flushes. Her pussy squeezes around me one last time. Then she pushes me off and rolls out from under me with a mumbled curse and a shake of her head. “The things you say sometimes.”
“Yeah, but I made you cum really fucking hard, didn’t I?”
She glares at me, but there’s no denying it. It will just have to be enough.
I really fucking hope it’s enough.
FIFTEEN
Jen
My pussy is still clenching with the aftermath of the orgasms Adam wrung from my body. Over and over again until I lost count and all I could do was stare into his face.
The look he gave me as he speared that perfect dick right up into the very back of my pussy was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Determination. Expectation. Like he knew I couldn’t help but feel it too.
And god damn it, I did. It wasn’t just that this man can dick me into oblivion. I was expecting that.
There’s something different about him. That’s what I felt today. The way he apologized to me for buying the dildo without me even having to explain why it pissed me off. The way he chased my pleasure like it was the only thing he truly cared about in the world.
Fuck.
This is exactly what happened last time. I let him dick-matize me into thinking there was something there when there wasn’t. Only this doesn’t feel the same at all, no matter how much I try to tell myself it is.
I look back at him where he’s still reclining on my bed looking like he’s waiting for the results of his election to class president and I’m the only voter. And then I realize. I’m not angry with him. I’m angry with myself for liking what he did to me, what he said. For liking it too much.
Well shit.
Before I can overthink this, I pull my hair up off my sweaty neck and tuck it into a loose bun on the top of my head, creeping back to the bed to sit beside him. “Sorry. I think I’m still processing what just happened.”
A smile creeps to the corners of his mouth like he’s afraid to let it stretch his lips into a grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Because…?” He doesn’t finish the question. He doesn’t really have to.
I flop back onto the mattress next to him with a breathy exhale. “Because it was fucking amazing.”
“Hell yeah it was.”
When I look around at him, he’s not smirking his normal arrogant smirk. Instead he’s watching me with the same astounded expression on his face I know I’m probably wearing. “Yeah, it was. You were.”
“You were too,” he says softly. “You are. I never stopped thinking that.”
Against my better judgement I crawl into his side and snuggle into a place that feels alarmingly familiar. His arm goes around me and he pulls me in tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before I know what’s hit me. Now I’m lying here feeling all warm and dangerously gooey—in a couple senses of the word—and happy. And that’s the worst part.
This can’t be anything more than a bit of fun. Forgiveness maybe. A way to get closure and make peace with someone I realize I’ve spent the better part of a year being angry with.
But I’m no good at defending myself from genuine compliments. I shut my eyes and let him trace patterns on the bare skin of my back. And then without opening them or looking at him, I mumble into his chest. “Do you…want to stay? In the bed tonight instead of the sofa?”
Adam sighs and settles down lower on the pillows, bringing me with him. “I don’t want to keep you up, but maybe until you fall asleep. That would be nice.”
Unfortunately for him, that takes me all of about two minutes because as soon as I know I can get comfortable, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.
