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I was never one to second-guess myself, but the feeling frightened me a little.
Chapter 11—Lose the Fight
“Oh…fuck yeah…”
I lifted Tria up by her hips and brought her down on my cock in quick, rhythmic motions. Little beads of sweat were starting to show themselves on her forehead as she rode me hard with her arms draped over my shoulders. Her tits bounced wildly around, and I tried to catch them with my mouth as they flew by.
I caught one, sucked hard, and felt Tria tense all around me. She moaned out my name, which sent me right over the edge. My legs clenched, and I grabbed her hips to slam her down on me and hold her there.
“Ungh!” I growled as my hips rose up and my cock emptied into her. “Oh, fuck me…”
My arms went around her, and I brought her head down to my chest as I leaned back on the pillows. My arms were aching from holding her up, and my back was complaining about being in that position too long, but the rest of me felt good enough that I just didn’t give a shit. Round three had been almost as good as round one.
“I thought you were supposed to roll over and fall asleep afterwards,” Tria commented, still panting.
“I probably will now,” I said.
“That’s probably best.”
“Are you sore?” I asked, feeling like a jerk for not asking before.
“Not really,” Tria said. “It feels…different. Kind of weird but not sore. I’m tired, though.”
“It’s late,” I said for no particular reason. It was obviously fucking late. Hell, the sun was going to come up before too long. I kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep.”
“Are you going to pounce on me in my sleep?” she asked with a giggle.
The giggle shook my softened cock right out of her, which felt both good and really strange at the same time. I’d have to make her laugh while I was fucking her to see what that was like.
“Oh, probably,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe not tonight—you’ve worn me out. Tomorrow is anyone’s bet.”
More giggling.
I ran my hand up and down her back a few times as she snuggled against my chest and let out a long sigh. Reaching down with one hand, I pulled the blanket up over
both of us, pressed my lips to her hair once more—she still smelled fucking fantastic—and closed my eyes.
It had been a damn good first date.
*****
“We might as well talk about it,” Tria insisted.
She had made those Swedish bean balls again, which had definitely become my favorite thing to eat on the weekends. I needed a good three days to get it all digested, especially when she used a little cream in the mashed potatoes.
“You don’t have to go,” I said for the tenth time. “I said I would go, not that you would go, and I already regret the first part.”
“Are you embarrassed to be with me?”
“For fuck’s sake, of course not!”
“Then why don’t you want me to go?” She leaned forward and grabbed the bowl of bean balls away from me as I tried to go for seconds.
I stared at her pointedly.
“Really? You’re going to steal the potatoes, too?”
“Talk!” she growled. “I’m sick of you not telling me shit!”
