Rawley’s eyes go big. “So tight, so…” He can’t continue.
Instead, he leans down to claim my lips. It’s a little messy, but the extra connection feels right. Like we’re telling each other how good this feels with our mouths as well.
I can already tell I’m not going to make it much longer with all this stimulation.
Whatever, we can do this many more times. No need to deny ourselves now.
He doesn’t seem much better off, and I can hear him mumble something to himself.
My orgasm comes after only a few more rocks against his body. I struggle to keep up the motions, and noting that, he stops, holding me against him.
It’s only a split second later when he grunts too, and he clutches against my ass tighter. Clearly losing the battle to hold himself off.
In the meantime, I’ve become a noodle, pretty much putting all my body weight against him. He doesn’t seem to mind as he fills the condom inside me.
“You’re unbelievable,” he says, kissing my neck softly as he moves inside me a couple more times.
“Not so bad yourself,” I say, my voice gentle.
As he finishes, he slowly relaxes his physique to match mine. And then, we’re…
“Going down,” he says as his upper body falls back, taking mine with him.
He kisses the top of my head as we land softly on the mattress. “I tried to last longer but your pussy was squeezing me, and I lost it.”
“Hmm, no complaints here.”
He’s still inside me somehow, but I feel him start to slip out. “I better get rid of the condom,” he says with a sigh.
I kiss his cheek and move off so he can get up. Wanting to get comfortable, I remove my skirt while he’s in the bathroom. When he comes back five minutes later, he climbs next to me and wraps me up in a hug.
“This is really nice,” he says, arms enveloping me, the front of his big body spooning the back of mine.
It is. But I don’t tell him that.
“It’s this mattress. I’m obsessed. So comfortable.”
“Mhhhm,” is all he replies from the crook of my neck.
And we fall asleep like that, in each other’s arms.
31
AVERY
Iwake up to the sound of running water.
“Rawley?”
The sound shuts off, and he comes out of the bathroom.
He’s wearing only boxers, which he must have slipped on this morning. Either way, he looks good enough to eat with all that taut, tan muscle on display. If we hadn’t had a second round in the middle of the night, I might be unable to resist the urge for another.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.” I smile at him in reassurance. “I don’t think, anyway. I need to wake up.”
We leave for our next road trip this afternoon, so I’ve got to head back to Sarah’s to pack.
