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“Because it’s not usually all that special for me. Don’t get me wrong, it always feels good but more like a biological function and not something more … significant.” A flash of panic lit his eyes. “I know you’re not looking for anything major here, that’s not what I’m trying to say?—”
She touched a finger to his lips. “It’s okay to want a connection, Dex. Just trust that this feels good. I’d tell you if it didn’t.” Though she’d never shared that with her ex. This already felt so much more honest.
She moved her hand down over the tantalizing bulge straining his sweatpants. He shut his eyes, and she watched as his mouth twitched. When he opened them again, he looked less troubled. Like her words had made an impact.
She couldn’t promise him anything more because they were in such different places in their lives. It didn’t have to mean the world but neither did it have to be meaningless.
“Let me see you,” she whispered.
Quickly, he pushed down his sweats, freeing his cock. Oh, mama. Long and wide, its head was already bathed in pre-come, and the shaft’s veins pulsed with vitality. She wrapped her hand around him and gave a long, lusty stroke.
“Aw, Ash.” His murmur was so heartfelt, like he couldn’t believe she was touching him like this.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“This. Everything you’re doing. God, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m having a hard time focusing. I want your hands on me. And I want my hands on you. And I need to be wrapped tight in your—oh, Christ!” His eyes rolled back as she stroked again. It was kind of fun having this much control over him.
“Do you have condoms?”
A dazed nod, and he reached over to the nightstand. Adeptly, he rolled it on while she lay back, her body aching to be filled. In this moment, she didn’t care about her voluptuous body or imperfect grooming. She didn’t care that she was a thirty-year-old woman who sometimes felt like forty with a few extra pounds on her too-short lunch break. She didn’t even care about that nagging whisper in her ear that Dex only wanted to butter her up for his court case.
None of these things mattered because she was about to be fucked well and good at 2:30 on a Wednesday afternoon.
He cupped her butt and pulled her close as he nudged, notched, and sank inside slowly. Every part of her tingled as that glorious fullness overrode her senses. Pleasure trickled through her, igniting cells, creating new pockets of need. She grasped his ass and urged him deeper.
His moan was primal, his name on her lips a shock because she couldn’t recall it ever spoken with that level of feeling.
“Ashley—you feel so fucking good.”
He withdrew, pumped again, seemed to miraculously find another inch of exquisite depth. His chest met hers, the friction wonderful as her nipples stiffened. He kept his stroke to a slow rhythm, and when she looked up and found him staring at her, she stayed locked in, loving how his intensity seemed to heighten with every pump inside her. Loving being in this moment with him.
Before today, she would have expected him to be a good lover, a man with moves. She never would have suspected this singular focus nor the sheer pleasure of being the object of his single-minded attention. He was wringing something out of her that went beyond sexual.
He seemed to understand how much she needed this, not because she hadn’t been laid in forever, but because she needed something for her own. And right now, that was this joy.
This moment.
Just … this.
Realizing that brought out an incredible tenderness for him. He might not think he had much to offer other than his body and skills in the bedroom, but she saw a different man to the one he presented to the world. She saw his generosity.
So when she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, it was done to acknowledge Dex the human being instead of Dex the sex machine.
It yielded another moan from him, from somewhere deep. He kissed her with fervor and passion, and thrust harder, hard enough to rub her clit with the return and unexpectedly, he was giving her more, squeezing more pleasure out of this than she would have thought possible.
That buzz in her belly started up again, lower, deeper, and within seconds she felt it everywhere. All extremities, a fire in her core, even her toes got in on the action.
“Dex!” she screamed as the orgasm hit her, making her muscles tighten and squeeze his cock. He didn’t last long after that—how could he? He had nothing left to give but an animalistic groan and a collapse as he spent himself inside her.
A few seconds passed in lovely quiet, perfectly still. She stroked his hair and let herself enjoy the pleasurable weight of him. That fond feeling overcame her once more, manifested by a soft kiss to his cheek, a nuzzle of her nose so she could enjoy that rasp of stubble.
Up on his elbows, still embedded within her body, he faced her, his mouth stretched wide.
“That was incredible. And don’t say it wasn’t because it could not have been anything less than amazing. I knew we’d be good together, but hell, that was something else.” He cocked an eyebrow, daring her to disagree.
“Hmm, it was something alright.”
“Ashley!”
