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She pauses and her eyes dance with light and dark. She rasps, “Rip it off.”
Fuck, she gets better and better.
I lean back and snap it off her. She’s splayed before me and I remove my shorts while she watches. Then I stroke myself as she reaches for me. Her nipples are peaked from the sudden exposure. She tugs at my arms to join her. I lie down again and kiss her. It’s all different now.
She stops. “I don’t know how to get out of this bed.”
“Neither do I, but let’s keep doing this until we figure it all out.”
“Done.”
I flip her over and she’s straddling me now. “Ride me,” I command. She slides a condom on my incredibly hard cock then sinks down. When she finally looks up at my face she sees that we’ve both been watching where we’re joined. It’s hot and vulnerable.
“Come here.”
She leans over me and kisses me softly and I lift her ass up then slam her down again. We both groan. She moves her hips and I help her go faster.
“JESUS. We are so good at fucking.” She screams and I laugh until she swivels her pelvis and then all thoughts are gone from my mind as I stalk another epic orgasm.
BETTE
Sophie blurts out, “You know we stopped fucking to see you.”
“I appreciate the sacrifice.” It’s nuts to me she’s shacked up in Boston with Dax. They came to town to check in with work and us.
Her long purple nail flicks a piece of chicken off her plate towards the street. Then she rearranges her salad, so the proportions are even. She always does this with salads. She sees the world differently aesthetically.
“Soph.” She’s avoiding talking and I don’t know why.
“Bette. Are you still Bette?” She sips her midday cocktail and points to me.
“Of course, I am. Are you pissed I’m with him?”
“Are you with him? This is a big fucking fat deal. I said fuck him not move in with him. A couple of conversations and you’re together?”
I talk through a big bit of food. “And fucking. We did that, too. And I came. A lot.”
She rolls her eyes. “As happy as I am you finally orgasmed with someone else in the room, are you still going to wrestle the job away from him or just wrestle with him?”
“Both.” I scoot my chair back a touch and wipe the condensation off my glass of iced tea. It’s warm today, but Sophie is coming in hot.
She leans forward and moves her sunglasses to the top of her head. “You’ve worked too hard. We’ve invested too much into bringing those assholes down for you to blow it because he blew you.”
“You’re dating one of those assholes, too.”
“Fucking is different than dating. You think you’re dating him now? You’re all twisted up in his nostalgia-cock.”
I’m offended.
I say, “And you haven’t left Dax’s side. Why aren’t you back in Chicago?”
“Touché.”
“Don’t speak French to me.”
She smiles and then her mouth is drawn into a very serious expression.
“Here’s English. Get the job, then fuck him some more. Get your head in this. Don’t give it all up for some asshole like I did.” Her divorce story thrums in my brain.
