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“I want it from behind,” she whispered.
Her demand sent a shock wave through him; it was the first time she’d ever made it and it would be the first time they ever did it that way. He looked down at her, searching her face. “You do?”
“I don’t mean my ass,” she clarified, wondering if that’s what he was thinking.
His mouth quirked. “I didn’t think you did.”
“So, let’s do it. Or do I have to come up with a reason first?”
He met her challenging look with a wicked grin. “You’re going to get it from behind no matter what,” he promised her. “But go ahead and lay a reason on me. And make it a good one.”
“Well … you’ve had your hard dick pressed against me for most of the evening, and having you plow into me from behind is all I could think about on the drive home. How’s that for a good reason?”
“It’s pretty fucking good.”
He dragged her down the hall, racing past Sputnik into Paige’s bedroom, where clothes were pulled off with impressive speed. After they were both naked, David pointed toward the bed and growled, “Hands and knees.”
Having never assumed that position before, she tried to be graceful as she crawled onto the bed while he watched. She felt nervous and rather exposed, especially when he decided the illumination coming from the hall wasn’t adequate and he turned on one of the ridiculous mermaid lamps, flooding the room with soft light.
“That’s better,” he murmured.
A moment later, the bed dipped as David joined her. Then his hands were on her—caressing along her spine to her ass and down to the backs of her thighs, before sliding up to her ass again, where he stopped. She could feel his cock against her, sort of in between her cheeks, as he got right up behind her. Snaking a hand underneath her, he ran his fingers through her slick folds a few times, then began rubbing her clit—and as she started to move against him, he rubbed harder.
When she came, it was faster than she’d ever come in her life and left her feeling slightly disoriented, her entire body quivering in the aftermath.
David shifted behind her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice tight with need.
Paige loved that he always asked, because she knew it had more to do with checking her mental state, rather than the physical, because whenever he posed the question, she was usually as wet as one of the Great Lakes. “Yes,” she whispered, her heart thumping in anticipation.
She felt one hand on her hip, holding her in place, then the head of his cock probing gently. Expecting him to not waste any time, given their mutual and urgent need, she was surprised when he entered her slowly by pushing forward and pulling her back, the sensation of being gradually filled making her sigh. It was different from anything she’d ever experienced, and the fact Paige couldn’t see him made it more exhilarating, which she hadn’t expected.
She had to have been made for him, she thought, her breathing taking on an erratic tempo, as he began thrusting into her and she started to move on her own, grinding back against him. There had been times in the past few weeks when she’d been almost shocked at what she and David were doing, and this definitely went to the top of the list, but she knew part of the shock was due to how easy it was to be openly and aggressively sexual with him this time around.
The moment he reached around and started stroking her clit was a game changer. The dual sensation of him moving inside her, and his fingers on her clit was extraordinary, and she felt herself start the rise to orgasm again. “Oh, holy shit,” she blurted out.
He chuckled behind her.
She reared up until her back was pressed against his chest, and the hand on her hip immediately slid up to squeeze a breast and play with her nipple. Needing to anchor herself, Paige reached up to grip his neck with both of her hands, feeling utterly ravenous and charged, and when her orgasm went from a possibility to a sure thing, she became almost frenzied in her need to achieve it. The fear that she somehow wouldn’t get it galvanized her to drop a hand over his, locking his fingers on the exact spot she needed them, with the perfect amount of pressure to get maximum payoff, while begging, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
When her orgasm hit, it was with a punch that made her cry out and all the muscles in her body seize up, including the inner walls of her pussy. Waves of what felt like blissful, electrical current rolled outward from her clit, and up and down every inch of her skin, leaving her hot and flushed. The total bombardment of sensation was almost overwhelming, to the point that when David pushed deep inside her and groaned against her neck with his own orgasm, she was only half-aware of it.
As Paige slowly came down and sagged against him, limp and weak and held in place by his arms, she was pretty sure this was the sweaty, needy, mind-blowing sex Jules had been talking about.
“I came,” she said over and over, as she processed her first orgasm during sex, astounded by how good it had been, and how she felt like an almost completely different woman now because of it. If she’d thought her trembling legs would support her, she would’ve run around the room like Rocky going up the steps in Philadelphia with her arms in the air. “Oh, my God, that was so intense.”
He smoothed her hair back, then kissed her damp temple. “Yes, it was,” he agreed, his voice thick with emotion.
“Nothing has ever felt that good. Coming with you inside me was … perfection.”
And just like that, grief washed over her, unwelcome and unexpected, as her loss became tangible, quantifiable. She now knew exactly what she’d been missing with David, and it was gut-wrenching. If she’d been normal—if that hadn’t been taken from her by a disgusting pedophile—she would’ve enjoyed sex all along, and she and David would have been happy.
“Fuck.” She started crying, out of anger and regret. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Gone was the jubilant woman from a minute ago, replaced by one full of heartbreak.
“Paige, please don’t do this,” he pleaded, his cheek pressed against hers as he continued to hold her tight against his chest. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about that parallel universe, where there was no Carter and you were normal and we were happy together, right? Well, remember when you said you knew there was no guarantee we would’ve been together in that universe, and you didn’t like that possible version of your life without me in it? So you quit thinking about how things could have been and accepted the way that things had been, because you decided you wouldn’t have given me up, even if it meant no Carter?”
She sniffled several times, but otherwise remained silent.
