We’d tried sex one other time, and it hadn’t gone well. I’d had to make him stop halfway into putting his cock inside of me.
It was embarrassing for me, uncomfortable for him, and slightly disheartening.
But today felt like my day.
Plus, with my sister here to watch my girl if she needed someone, it was the perfect time.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I smiled. “Take me to bed.”
He didn’t ask me twice.
He took me to our bedroom and laid me down gently on the bed.
Neither one of us wasted time. We shed our clothes, and he was diving down between my thighs in the next breath.
He worked me up to a fever pitch, not stopping until I was a writhing mess on the bed.
When I was so desperate I’d do anything, he reversed our positions and put me on top.
From there, I slowly lowered myself onto him until he was sheathed all the way.
I felt full. So full.
But this time, there was no pain.
No lingering achiness.
It was all pleasure.
Which Boone must’ve read on my face.
“Oh, baby,” he said as he cupped my breasts.
He didn’t squeeze them, though. Nor did he play with my nipples.
We’d learned that lesson the hard way.
I was a very sensitive breast feeder.
All it took was a touch of my nipple, and I was letting down.
He just held them, offering support as I rode him into oblivion.
“Oh, yes,” he growled as I gained speed.
His eyes squeezed shut, and I saw his mouth moving.
Counting.
Trying to distract himself.
I threw my head back and laughed.
Then I climaxed.
He growled and followed right behind me, filling me up full.
