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A sigh escaped me as I slid into her warmth. Being inside of her compared to nothing else on earth. It wasn’t simply sex. It wasn’t about getting off. It was an unexplainable sensation that only she could provide. An initial feeling of euphoria followed by an elation that caused my heart to palpitate at an irregular pace.

I took a few strokes, pressed my weight against the backs of her thighs, and forced her knees hard against her chest.

She opened her eyes.

I leaned forward, intending to kiss her gently before fucking her into a mild coma. She raised her head, planted her full lips against mine, and kissed me like I’d never been kissed.

Inside her, my cock throbbed wildly.

Her lips melted into mine. Our tongues tickled one another. The sensation of being inside of her, the excitement of having her in my life once again, and the passion of the kiss proved to be too much.

My cock twitched.

And, I came.

She moaned into my mouth as the cum pulsed from the tip of my cock. Then, without so much as a single stroke to evoke it, I felt her pussy contract.

Our kiss became more passionate.

Her pussy’s contractions varied, some long and deep, while others were sporadic and shallow. I remained buried deep inside of her the entire time, fearing moving would end the sensation that was sure the be something I’d spend a lifetime trying to duplicate.

In thirty seconds, it ended.

The series of orgasms was so intense it drained every ounce of energy from my soul.

I collapsed at her side, prepared to make excuses for what had happened, telling her how excited I was to see her, and that I’d do all I could to make it up to her the following morning.

“I love you, Cash,” she whispered.

“I love you, Kimberly.”

Numbed by the rush of emotions, we laid side-by-side in silence for some time. Eventually, right as I was fading off to sleep, she broke the silence.

“How’s it feel to be back in our bed?” she asked.

“Pretty fucking good,” I said, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Been sleeping in the clubhouse on the couch since that night I left. How’s the weather over there?”

Silence.

I waited for a good thirty seconds, and then tilted my head to the side. Sound asleep, the woman I loved was snoring lightly.

I got a blanket from the wicker basket in the corner of her room and covered her with it. Then, after carefully snuggling against her back, I closed my eyes and thought of our future together.

A future where I could hopefully last longer than ninety seconds in bed.

77

Kimberly

After giving Tito my account number and the name of the institution where the money had been held, I waited anxiously for him to tell us anything. He gave no assurances that he could find out where it went, but Cash swore there was nothing beyond his grasp.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a small Microsoft Surface Pro tablet, his fingers worked the keys like a concert pianist. Interested in the jumbled mess of letters and numbers that scurried across the laptop’s screen, I tip-toed toward the table and came to a stop a few feet behind him.

He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Cash!”

From the living room couch, Cash responded. “What, Brother?”

“Get her out of here.”