“I feel totally debauched.”
He licked her chest. “You’re covered in crumbs.” He licked her again. He rubbed his face between her breasts. His hand was between her legs again. Questing.
She inhaled. “Tom, I have to pee.”
“That’s fine,” he said, pressing his fingers in.
She laughed—it turned into a whine. Shedidhave to pee. It felt good like this, and he knew it.
“Touch yourself,” he said,pressing.
“Tom...”
He pulled away long enough to take off his T-shirt—then bunched it up and shoved it under her bottom. “There.”
Cherry laughed genuinely, bringing the backs of her hands to fall over her eyes.
“Touch yourself,” Tom said, pushing his fingers into her again.
She reached down and touched.
Tom reached inside and pressed. He watched.
Cherry worked herself over. It was almost immediately too much—she was afraid to come. “Tom. I’m going to leak.”
“Cherry, you’re so wet, I won’t notice.”
She laughed again.
He hooked his fingers. “Come on, baby.”
She gave in—she let herself fall over the edge. It was disturbingly easy. And felt so good. She did it again. She knew that Tom was watching, even with her eyes closed. Her orgasms felt sharp and dangerous. Overlapping. She cried out. Stevie barked at the bottom of the stairs. Cherry laughed.
“More,” Tom said.
“No more,” Cherry said. She planted her foot on his chest.
He drew his hand away, then leaned over to kiss the inside of her thigh.
Cherry was boneless. Tom gently turned her onto her side and lay down behind her. His hand slid into her again, from behind. She sighed and hitched up her knee. Tom pushed his cock in. He wasn’t pressing on her bladder like this. And he was being very gentle. It still felt good. He held on to her hip. It didn’t take long.
Neither of them moved when he was done.
“Did I leak?” Cherry whispered.
Tom felt between her legs. “I don’t think so... Maybe next time.”
She pushed her elbow back into his chest. He was laughing.
Cherry sat up, away from him, and stood up. “I might take a shower.”
“Don’t take a shower. Come back and be filthy with me awhile longer.”
He looked so happy, she couldn’t say no.
But then, once she was in the bathroom, Cherry felt so disgusting that she couldn’tnotget in the shower. She rinsed off quickly. She didn’t wash her hair.
When she came back, Tom was lying under the comforter, on hisside—and on his side of the bed. He looked perfect like that. The room looked perfect with him in it.
