Page 220 of Sapphire Scars


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The gush of embarrassing liquid…

For a moment, I tried to figure out a way to deny what’d happened, but he murmured, “You squirted on me, Ily.”

I gasped. “I did nothing of the sort.”

He chuckled again. “The mess we left behind hinted it wasn’t just me who created that puddle.”

“You sound rather proud of yourself.” I sniffed. “Rather cocky actually.”

“Exceedingly.” He sucked the top of my shoulder, his mouth wet and hot. “To know I can give you that level of pleasure?” He groaned. “It helps redeem some of the filth inside me.”

I arched my chin, giving him greater access to my neck.

“I could barely climb inside you, you were coming so hard,” he whispered. “You started coming without me even touching you.”

“Oh, you touched me alright. You touched me in far too many ways.”

“So you’re not usually that sensitive? You’ve never reached the level of squir—”

“If you say squirted one more time—”

“You did.”

“Did not.”

“Pretty sure you ejaculated all over me.”

“Oh God, will you stop.” I buried my face into the pillow.

He laughed.

A laugh I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him. Loose and languid, untainted with stress or shame.

It made my heart glow; my chagrin fell away.

I wanted to make him laugh every day for the rest of his life so he never had to be sad again.

With my face flaming, I whispered, “What you made me do was…definitely a first.”

He sighed and hugged me bone-breakingly hard.

He didn’t speak, almost as if knowing he affected me that intensely made him speechless.

“The things you make me feel, Hen…” I shrugged in his embrace. “It’s out of this world. Literally.”

He chuckled against my hair. “Probably shouldn’t tell me that if you don’t want me cocky.”

I snuggled closer. “In that case, I definitely shouldn’t say I’ve never experienced pleasure like I have with you. Never knew it was possible. Your anatomy is so perfect, it should be illegal.”

“My anatomy?” He snickered.

“Yep.” I grinned beneath our blankets. “You have this uncanny ability to hit my G-spot. A mythical spot before you came along, by the way.” I kissed his forearm wrapped around my chest. “If a sex toy company made dildos off your size and shape, then women might finally learn how to—”

“Squirt?”

“No!” I giggled, absolutely shocked that this moment was so normal, so…sweet. “I mean…find pleasure from other parts and not just her clit.”

“I’ll see if Victor has some plaster of paris lying around.” He chuckled. “We could ship replicas of my dick to every frustrated housewife around the world.”

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