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And it’s so much it’s too much—thesounds the pressure the friction the nerves firing off throughoutmy cunt—
“Chris … I can’t process—”
“Stay with me,” he says and shoveshis thumb deeper into my ass, uses his thighs to spread my legsfurther apart and it makes me drop a bit and it changes the angleat which his cock hits the inside of my cunt ever so slightly andit is—
Oh. Fucking. God.
My whole body spasms with thesurge of pleasure, my back arching, jerking off the bed, and Iclench around him, squeezing his cock.
“Fuck, Roxie. Jesus. Damn.”
He pops the finger out of my ass,grabs both my hips and delivers the last few thrusts that only seemto prolong the tsunami that tears through my core, and he lets outa deep, throaty wail, like he’s finally allowing himself somethinghe hasn’t in a lifetime.
We are both winded and drenched.He falls on top of me, pushes the hair off my neck, and places acouple of kisses there and further down my back.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna leakinside you,” he whispers, pulls out, and kisses me on the shoulder.“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I give a small nod, asperceptible as it can be through a tangle of sweaty hair, as I droponto my knees by the side of the bed.
Chapter Fifteen
Chris
I get rid of the condom and leanagainst the sink to look at myself in the mirror.
What the hell just happened?
I wash my hands, splash my face,then pee and rinse my dick.
My mind is completely fried.
I walk back to the room and Roxieis more-or-less in the same pose as when I left her—kneeling by thebed, arms straight with hands on the mattress, head lowered.
I think she might be recoveringfrom what just transpired, too.
When she hears me, she raises herhead. “Oh, hey. I’m all sweaty. Should probably go take ashower.”
“No,” I say and sit on the bednext to her. “I’m sweaty, too. Come up here,” I give her a hand tohelp her up, off her knees. “I want to hold you a little.”
She smiles. “That soundsnice.”
I scoot on the bed and open myarms. She climbs on and snuggles next to me. It’s not awkward oruncomfortable. We fit right away—her head on my shoulder, armstucked against my chest, my arms around her, our legsintertwined.
We don’t talk for a few minutes,while I stroke her hair and look at the ceiling, and she traceslazy curves on my pecs.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me you won’t get a bighead…”
“Is that an erection joke?”
She chuckles. “No,” she says, thengets serious. “But you just blew my mind a little there.”
“Same.” I kiss her on the side ofher head.
“I’m so mad at us for not fuckingsooner.”
“Yeah, well, better late thannever,” I say. “I honestly thought that door was closed. And it wasall my fault. I was so bummed out after that night at The OldFashioned.”
