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“Um…I’m—I, uh, I don’t have a preference.”
His brows dip together. “You don’t have a preference?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Cowgirl it is, then.”
“I’m sorry. I have no idea what all the positions are called. Exactly how many women have you been with?” I ask, and it totally ruins the moment, but the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.
He freezes, and he glances up at the ceiling as presumably he counts them off…but now Amelia has to be in his head, and I don’t love that for us.
“Including you, fourteen.” He ducks his head with a touch of embarrassment as he wrinkles his nose. “What about you?”
“Including you?” I ask.
He lifts a shoulder. “Sure.”
“Three.”
“Three?”
“Three. Bear in mind, I’m half a decade younger than you.”
He chuckles. “Knock off that half-a-decade nonsense.”
“I better be your best.”
He rolls the condom onto his cock and strokes it a few times until he’s fully hard again. He walks over and stands in front of me. “No one else even holds a candle to you, Grace. No one has ever turned me on so much just by being in the same room as me—and certainly not enough that I could go twice in an hour.”
Not even Amelia?
Her wild boldness has to translate to the bedroom, but I suppose that’s not exactly a detail I want to know.
“No one,” he repeats as if he can read my mind.
I reach for him and pull his neck down until he’s closer to me, and I press a kiss to his lips. “Let’s try again just to be sure.”
He chuckles, and then he shifts so he’s hovering over me. His mouth is on mine when he aligns himself and pushes into me, and I grip around his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist. He drives into me slowly, luxuriously, tenderly, as if we have all night.
We kiss, and we hold each other. Sweet caresses drag along soft skin as names are whispered in vigilant devotion.
First, he fucked me.
Now he’s making love to me.
And I feel it. I feel the love transferring from his heart to mine. I feel the intimacy of this connection between us. I feel closer to him as his fingertips glide sensually up my torso. I feel bonded to him in all the ways that matter, and every time he plunges inside, that closeness only feels stronger. The marriage only feels more real.
The love growing between us only intensifies.
He’s lasting longer this time since he just came, and I’m reveling in every thrust.
After a while, he shifts us with barely any effort at all, and suddenly I find myself on top of him. He still manages to control our movement from the bottom, and this is the benefit of being with a strong and fit athlete like him.
“Hands on the headboard,” he commands, and I set my palms flat on the wooden surface. He holds on around my ass, and then he stares up at my breasts as they hang over his face.
“Fuck, Gracie. Yes. Just like that.” The way he rasps my name and adds an additional syllable to it while he’s inside me is nearly my undoing.
And then he really starts to move.
“I love fucking this tight cunt,” he says.
He’s always so pulled together. Cool as a cucumber.
