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“Yessss…” she says.

I suck her clit until she comes a second time.

I wait until her body calms, then say, “I’ll get a condom.” I start to get off the bed.

She stops me. “Fuck me just like you are. I’ve always had irregular periods and the doctor said it would be harder for me to get pregnant so I want to take a chance.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel you, not a condom. Come on in, cowboy,” she says, tugging on the waistband of my sweatpants.

I don’t need to be told twice. “Look into my eyes,” I say as I ease into her.

“Rock me,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Rock me hard and deep.”

She moves with me, making small sounds as she does. “The friction of our bodies touches me just right.”

“Then have another orgasm.” I thrust harder and deeper. Faster.

“I don’t think I…oh…I can…”

She cries my name and I say hers in unison as I release into her. This is perfection because we’re perfect together.

“I love you,” I say afterward. “So much that it pains me to think of the years I wasted without you.”

She runs her hand up my back. “You have me now. And I have you. And that wonderful beard.”

I laugh and leverage myself off the bed. “I’m going to go shower.” I hold out my hand. “Want to join me?”

She clutches the sheet against her tits, widening her eyes. “Are you thinking naughty thoughts?”

I hold up two fingers. “I swear I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Oh. Then, no. Shower alone.”

“You’re so fucking funny.” I whip the sheet away from her and pick her up, carrying her with me into the bathroom.

I set her on her feet in front of the counter. Her nakedness is beautiful. I stand beside her and put my hand on the back of her thigh. “Better hold on tight. I’m about to get naughty.”

I get my hand between her legs from behind and look into the mirror with her, watching her in it as I touch her.

“The granite is cold against me,” she says.

“I know. I see your nipples getting hard. Your clit is nice and plump already from my touch.”

She jerks when I rub it.

“My sweetheart likes it…don’t look at me. Look in the mirror. Watch your face flush. Grip that counter…you turn me on so much the way you moan, the way you whimper…I like the way you thrust your tits when you come…” I kiss the side of her ear. “And just like that…you soak my fingers…”

Her knees buckle and she sways forward. “So good…”

“Yeah, but it’s no pool table,” I say.

She laughs. “That first time between us was pretty intense.”

I turn on the shower water and wait for her to step in. “I thought I’d died and gone to the good place.”

She puts her hand over my heart. “You are the good place.”