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I can’t force out a chuckle when I’m this relaxed. I can’t even respond.
I think I might fall asleep for a minute, but I jolt awake when I feel him get up from between my legs. “Where are you going?” I whine.
“I’m getting you a blanket,” he whispers. “Close your eyes and rest.”
“Mm,” I murmur. “Not until you’ve come inside me.”
He looks surprised for a beat, like he didn’t think my body would be able to take it this quickly after that violent orgasm I just had, or maybe it’s because I just said something sort of out of character for me, but he reaches down to pull off his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop. “You sure?”
“Mm-hm.”
He climbs back over me, clearly not expecting me to move, and his hard cock bobbles between us for a few beats. I’m instantly awake and ready for more, but before he enters me, he lifts me up and pulls my bra off, tossing it on top of the pile of clothes we’ve started down on the floor.
He moves between my legs again, and I feel his dick as he swipes it through me. He pumps it against my clit a few times, and just the thought of him jerking himself off does strange things to me. There’s something so hot about knowing he’s thinking of me while he does it—like that time in the shower when I accidentally caught him.
The mere thought of it gets me all hot and bothered again, and I shift my hips up so he slides right into me.
We both moan as he pushes into me, the feeling one of pure and utter bliss as we start to move together. My pussy is still wet and so, so ready for him, and he groans and growls as he moves slowly and gently over me. He’s not picking up the pace, instead opting to take his time—because for once, we actually have time.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he murmurs as he drops his lips to my neck. He lets out a soft moan of pleasure as he continues those gentle strokes, and it actually feels like he’s making love to me. This isn’t some quick fuck. This is forever.
I wrap my legs around his waist and I hold onto his broad shoulders as we move slowly together. There’s an intensity between us that makes my heart feel full, like we will find a way to make this work together. We have to. I can’t imagine a life where I never get to feel this way again.
It’s just us here in this space, moving together, souls tangling together like they always have. He buries his face in my neck as he keeps moving, one hand coming up to cup my breast, and I want him to pick up the pace and drive me hard into my next climax, but at the same time, I want to savor this feeling of luxury for the rest of my life.
But like all good things, this too must come to an end. He groans into my neck, and then he rocks into me a little harder a few times before he stills inside me. I feel his cock throb as he starts to come, his one hand gripping my breast tightly as he fights through his own forceful release, and just knowing it was our bodies moving together that made him fall apart pushes me into another orgasm. I arch into him, and he pinches onto my nipple as I fight my way through a second climax, my body tightening everywhere as my legs grip onto him and my nails dig into his skin.
As my release starts to slow, he slips out of me. He grabs his shirt off the floor and uses it to wipe me clean before tossing it back on the pile of clothes. I lay back, my eyes closed and my body completely spent now, and I feel him move in beside me.
He pulls a blanket over the two of us and tosses an arm across my stomach, and we fall asleep naked together right there on the couch as I dream about a time when what we have could really, actually work in the real world.
CHAPTER 6: LINCOLN
When I wake, it takes me half a beat to figure out where the hell I am.
Oh, right.
My couch.
With Jolene.
After the kind of sex that makes you so boneless and exhausted that you fall asleep immediately after.
I have no idea how long we’ve been lying here.
I get up and check the clock, and it’s a little after two in the morning. Jolene’s duffel bag still sits by the stairs waiting to go up, and it’s only now I realize I haven’t even taken her through the whole house. She’s been here twice, and she’s seen the entry, the kitchen, and the family room…and that’s it.
It’s a little strange, probably, so I make a mental note to show her around.
It’s late, and I’m tired, but my mind is awake as I pace around and pick up our clothes. I throw my shirt in the laundry room with my jeans but pull my boxer briefs back on as I try to come to terms with all this.
I wander over toward the kitchen and lean against the counter, staring at the place where we made dinner earlier together while I try to think this through.
We said we’d explore what this is and figure out how to proceed.
I don’t need to explore anymore.
I know what this is.
