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The pleasure is building up inside me into an unbearably intense sensation. She answers my thrusts, moving back against me, legs spread wide to accept me inside of her.
Then she stiffens and shudders. I feel her tight sheath spasming, squeezing my cock, and the dam breaks, the hot pleasure spilling out of me. My balls squeeze and I feel exquisite relief as I explode, groaning, in pleasure, in heat, and come hard. She’s shaking underneath me, clutching at the comforter in ecstasy.
“Oh, my God.” She finally stills, and I slide out of her, and slide the condom off me, tossing it into the trash. Then I roll off of her, lying next to her. We’re both slick with sweat and panting with exertion.
“That was . . .” She breathes out the words.
“Yeah. It sure was.”
“Worth the wait.”
“Was it, though?” I murmur into her shoulder. “Why did we wait again? We could have been doing this all along. Every night.”
“The buildup was so great, though.” She smiles at me. “All that verbal foreplay.”
“You’re very good at it.”
“You know what you’re good at, Paxton Saul?”
I gather her in my arms and throw my leg over hers, as if I’m afraid she’ll try to escape. Maybe I am afraid of that, a little bit.
“What am I good at, Ruby James?”
She kisses me on the lips, softly, and nibbles my lower lip, and then pulls back and smiles at me.
“Playing hockey . . .” Dramatic pause. “And fucking.”
I laugh. “I cannot believe those words crossed your delicate lips.”
She grins mischievously. “More specifically, you are good at fucking me. And knowing how to make me come.”
She arches her back and presses up against me. Her soft, silky pubic hairs tickle me.
Immediately, I’m hard again. “Damn, woman. You’ll be the death of me, but I’ll die with a smile on my face. And an enormous hard-on.”
“Imagine the people at the mortuary. They’ll be in for a shock. You didn’t lie to Kennedy, by the way.”
“What?” I give her a baffled look.
“Your length is longer than the standard-size pencil.”
“Well, you know. The Saul men are blessed.” I kiss her shoulder.
“And modest.”
“Ha. That’s not ever been a problem for us.” I find a freckle on her shoulder and kiss it, and then I kiss another one, and another one. “I love your freckles,” I tell her.
“I have freckles?”
“Towards the back of your shoulder. They’re my special secret.” I’m fully hard again now. I roll onto my side and prop my face up with my hand. “You’ve never taken a shower at my house.”
“This is true. I never have.”
“And you’re a dirty, dirty girl.”
“Going to wash my mouth out with soap?” She arches her eyebrows, her eyes gleaming with challenge.
“Not your mouth. I am going to wash parts of you with soap. Then I’m going to do other things to you.” I slide out of bed.
