“Graceful.” She laughs, propping her chin on her hands. “Ten out of ten. Very impressed.”
“Thank you very much,” I say into the duvet, then roll over and yank the towel off because who has time for modesty when we are officially off birth control and ready to make a human?
It hasn’t been long since the kayak discussion, and I have not pushed at all. I could tell she was thinking about it a lot, so I wasn’t surprised when she said she wanted to go for it.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment since you said the words ‘I’m off the pill.’ I have bluer than blue balls.”
She snorts. “That’s been exactly twenty-two minutes.”
“Twenty-two minutes is a lifetime when your sperm are doingThe Running Manin your nuts, Dahlia.”
She’s laughing as she crawls over me, hair everywhere, smelling like that delicious perfume that makes me stupid. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
I kiss her, and I’m so excited I’m practically vibrating. I flip her on her back, loving the sound of her gasp, and I slide into her. It’s heaven, absolute heaven, and I last approximately six seconds. Maybe seven.
If I were a bull rider, I would not have scored.
I freeze, buried to the hilt, and whisper, “Oh no.”
Dahlia blinks up at me. “Did you just?—”
“Yep.”
“Already?”
“Like a world-record already.” I drop my forehead to her shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. That was…embarrassingly fast. That was ‘teenager discovering masturbation for the first time’ fast.”
She starts laughing, silent at first, shoulders shaking, then loud, head thrown back, the whole bed rocking.
I groan and roll off her, throwing an arm over my face.
“We have to try, try, and try some more,” I say into my elbow. “I swear on my life, round two will be legendary. I’m talking Sting-level endurance. I’m talking?—”
She’s wheezing now. “Dylan, don’t worry. If that happened all the time, I’d worry, but that has never happened. You’re always all about making me come first. And this time you were all about making that baby.”
“I love you so much my dick just immediately surrendered.”
That sends her into another fit. She rolls on top of me and kisses my nose. “We have all the time in the world.”
So we try again. Slower this time. I make it good for her.It’s going great. Really great. Dahlia’s making those little noises that turn me on so fucking much, and I’m feeling like a sex god, when Dahlia’s phone lights up and starts blaring “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley.
We both freeze.
“For the love of all that is holy. Why is that your ringtone?”
“I don’t know!” Dahlia looks at the screen. “Ava,” she says, and before I can stop her, she reaches over and accidentally hits speaker while trying to silence it.
Ava’s voice fills the room, bright and happy. “Hello? Dahlia? Why do you sound out of breath? Are you working out? Wait—are you guys?—”
Dahlia squeaks and slaps the phone away like it’s a spider. It clatters to the floor, still on speaker.
“Are they having sex right now?” we can hear Erin saying, way too delighted.
I yell “We’re hanging up!” and lunge for the phone, but I’m tangled in sheets and desire, and I end up falling off the bed completely naked, landing with a thud.
Ava and Erin are cackling.
“I never knew audio porn could be so much fun,” Erin says.
