Page 85 of 10 Signs You Need to Grovel

When I turn around with the silver packet, Sadie’s got her knees splayed apart, her fingers coasting over all that wet heat.

“Babe.” I grip my shaft, give it a solid squeeze. “You can’t do stuff like that.”

Her lips twitch. “Because you’ll premature ejaculate again?”

This woman. “Never happened.”

“Oh, it definitely happened.”

“You’re gonna torment me over that, aren’t you?”

Instead of admitting how much fun she’s going to have with that ammunition, she says, “An artist should sculpt your hip bones. And your amazing ass. I can’t look at you without touching myself. Also . . .” Her tone turns more bashful. “I’ve only ever been this comfortable with my body around you.”

I love that she’s this way with me. Open and experimental, willing to touch herself simply because it feels good.

I toss the condom on the bed and kneel between her legs, letting the weight of my cock rest against her pussy, hoping she takes my hint. She does. She uses me instead of her fingers, pressing my length against herself, moving it around, in control of her own pleasure.

And of me.

For the rest of my days, I’ll happily be her boy toy.

I move my hips, gliding over her slowly, not adjusting to sink inside her. Not yet. Just loving our subtle rocking. The tease of what’s to come. (Mainly us, and the fact that I will not blow my load early.) Her attention’s locked on my sliding cock. I keep trying to memorize the sexy part of her lips, that sweet slope of her nose, her womanly body open to me, ready to take me in.

Suddenly, she grabs the condom, rips it open, and rolls it down my length. I grip the root of my cock, position myself at her entrance, shaking slightly. I’m not about to lose my cool and premature-embarrass myself again, but that wave of emotion is back. Love energy, swelling so fast and hard I swear my ribs might crack.

I push in slowly, forcing myself to breathe. “Fuck, Sadie.”

Her eyes drift shut, her back arching as she takes me in. “So good,” she murmurs. When we’re flush, she gasps.

My dick pulses. My lungs constrict. My heart isn’t sure how it got trapped in such a confined place. It’s suddenly too big. Too full. Aching with the need to thud its devotion to the woman under me. I pull my hips back, then thrust forward, rocking faster, grinding against her, caging her with my elbows as I suck on her neck and nip her collarbone and whisper how fucking good she feels. She locks her ankles behind my back, the two of us completely fused. Together forever, as far as I’m concerned. Sweat gathers between us. We pant and kiss and fuck like we need this to survive. I do, at least. I need this woman like I need to breathe.

She bites my shoulder. Her inner walls contract around me. “God, Des.”

“Sadie,” I whisper, still in awe that we’re here. That she’s mine again. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

Her body tightens under me, muffled sounds escaping where she’s biting my shoulder, trying to keep quiet. I want to shout her name. Groan and swear and shake the walls, but we keep it contained. I feel it when she’s spent, how she softens under me, her legs less secure around my waist. I move faster, pump harder, worried I’m crushing her under my weight, but I can’t push up. Create distance. I’m surrounded by Sadie and her summer scent and second chances, and then I’m coming. Long, hard streams that steal my vision and send tremors through my body.

When my muscles recall how to function, I slip out of her and slide to the side, still keeping us close.

We kiss softly, then I nose her ear. “Let me deal with the condom. I’ll be right back.”

I’m extra quick in the adjoining bathroom and hide the condom in layers of toilet paper. Last thing I need is Max stumbling upon evidence of tonight’s activities and asking awkward questions. I return to the guest room, relieved Sadie’s under the covers, not hurrying me out.

I slide under with her and pull her against my chest. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you. For being open to tonight. I’d have waited as long as you wanted, but I’m really happy this happened.”

She snuggles deeper into me, kisses my chest. Our naked bodies are pressed together, our hands roaming. Not sexual. More like we can’t believe we get to touch each other.

She trails her fingers through my chest hair. “Don’t know why I bothered trying to fight this.”

“Having orgasms with me?” I joke, even though she’s being serious.

“That part’s never been an issue with you. I mean, it might be different now that you can’t always control yourself.”

“Babe.” I go for stern admonishment but crack a smile.