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“I wanna be inside of you,” I murmur sleepily, my cock stirring against her leg.

“I want that too,” she says and yanks off her panties.

She reaches for the condoms next, rolling one on. She squats over me, positioning my cock at her entrance. Her velvet heat grips my shaft so tightly that I can barely breathe as she eases down slowly. She makes a soft, contented purr once she’s completely seated, her ass resting against my lap.

She rocks against me, finding a rhythm that my hips seem to match automatically. I love this feeling of our bodies in motion together, the way we’re giving ourselves to each other.

“Are you close?” I ask, gritting my teeth against the pleasure building at the base of my spine.

She nods quickly, but I see the flicker of guilt across her face. It hits me then that she’s not getting here. Hell, I’m not entirely sure if she came the first time, and I feel like an asshole.

When she lifts up this time, I don’t let myself follow after her warmth. I keep my hips firmly anchored to the bed. I will make this good for her before I come again. “What do you need? Anything you want, I’ll give you.”

She hesitates for so long that I don’t think she’s going to tell me, and dammit, there have to be places she likes to be touched.

“I like having my boobs played with,” she admits when she realizes I’ve stopped meeting her movements.

“Then take off your bra.”

She slows her hips and looks like she’d rather crawl under the bed than have this conversation. “I’m…saggy.”

It hurts me that she feels bad about any part of her incredible body. Every part of her is beautiful. “Boobs are like Disneyland. They’re magical.”

She reaches behind herself and undoes her bra. “I’m very sensitive here.”

I watch the straps fall down her shoulders. She tugs it off slowly, revealing two pale globes, both dotted with a dusky nipple. Instantly, my hands go to them, one in each. They’re heavy and lush. “So pretty.”

I run a thumb along her nipples and feel her arch against me, pussy sucking me deeper. Yeah, this is what she needs.

“Lean over me.” I lift my head when she leans toward me and latch onto one puckered nipple. I suck it into my mouth and feel a gush of moisture leak from her. It’s the only confirmation I need. I suck hard and reach for the other one, pinching and pulling at her nipple.

She moans and her pace picks up again. She’s riding me in earnest now, muttering my name again and again. It’s when I graze my teeth along the tight bud that she screams, and I explode.

It's the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. It keeps coming until I’m not even sure I remember how to breathe. She collapses onto the bed beside me, looking like a woman well-sated.

It’s not until my heart finally slows enough, I get up and dispose of the condom. I bring a warm washcloth back to bed to clean between her thighs which she lets me do.

When I’m done, I toss the cloth in a nearby bin then join her in the bed. I’m surprised she lets me pull her back into my arms. She’s warm and soft when she’s like this. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah?” The single word is a question that makes me think someone shook her confidence in the bedroom. If I could find that bastard, I’d end him forever.

“Amazing,” I reassure her and press a kiss to her forehead because it feels right.

She gives me a grin. “Just think, we have two more full days of this to look forward to.”

I don't correct her that we actually have a lifetime of shared orgasms to look forward to. She'll figure that part out soon enough.

Chapter 4

Ronnie

I let my gaze stray to the slab of man meat lying on the motel bed. He’s stretched out, looking even younger and more carefree in his sleep. The sun highlights his wavy hair, hair I couldn’t stop running my fingers through.

Last night was the best sex of my life, and I don’t think it had anything to do with what I was or wasn’t doing. No, it was something about the look in Flint’s eyes. He kept staring at me the entire time, like what was happening between us is precious, fragile, and worth protecting. I can’t examine that too closely. I don’t have time or space for a man in my life.

He stirs in his sleep, mumbling something that I can’t quite understand. I glance back to my sheet of paper, doodling another cat on it. The boys have been after me to get them a pet. I think a sweet little kitty that purrs would be the perfect addition to our household.

His stirrings grow louder, and he lets out a soft grunt before sitting up. I keep focused on my sheet, not sure what to say or do. We shared amazing sex last night, but we’re not anything to each other.