“Oh?” she asks breathlessly.
“And I want you from behind.”
“Oh!” she says with delight, scrambling to turn around.
I take her hard and fast, my hand skimming down her spine, my fingers bruising the skin of her hips. She comes for the first time like that. A couple of hours later, after we share a pint of ice cream in the kitchen, she pushes me on the couch and rides me. That’s the second time she comes. Then, in the shower nearing morning, I fuck her against the tiles, and that’s how she comes for the third time.
The sun is rising as we lie in bed. She smiles over at me, tired and pretty, her hair still damp. She slides her hand against my chest.
“We’re good at sex together,” she tells me.
I chuckle, leaning downward to press my mouth to hers. “I won’t argue with you on that one.”
“Is this still the end of the sentence?” she asks, eyes searching mine. “Because I’ve tried to look elsewhere and nobody else is really doing it for me anymore.”
I go rigid, my jaw pulsing. “Looking elsewhere, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Hasn’t worked out.”
“Good.” I scoff. Don’t like hearing that. Don’t like the images it conjures in my brain.
“We clearly aren’t very good at stopping this.”
“No,” I mumble, reaching over to slide my hand around her body. I tug her to me, running my touch up her back. “We’re not.”
“Can we just…keep doing this?” she asks, pulling back to look at me. “All the rules are the same. No expectations. We don’t tell anyone. Just…do this until it doesn’t feel good anymore.”
I swallow, my knuckles grazing her spine. “Just so you know, I wish it didn’t have to be this complicated. I’d have no qualms about what we’re doing if you weren’t…”
“I know,” she whispers.
“You deserve more than this, Ari.”
“I don’t want more,” she says, eyes glued to my face. “Not right now. Just you.”
I sigh, sliding my hand up her back, gathering her close. She snuggles into my body, wrapping her arms around my neck, tossing a thigh over my hip. I glide my other hand up her leg, resting it on her ass. Nice place to be, to be honest.
“I don’t want this to backfire on us,” I admit, which is much easier to say when I can’t see her face. And it will.
“We won’t let it.”
It will.
“He’ll forgive you,” I say, burying my face in her neck to kiss her there. “Me? Not the same outcome.”
“He won’t know,” she says. Her hand glides through my hair. “Just sex, Boston. That’s all I’ll ever ask for.”
That’s all I can ever give you.
I lean back, catching her mouth with mine the second that I can. This kiss is different, feels a bit more weighted. She slips her tongue in my mouth and I hoist her onto my body, and then I’m on my back and she’s on top of me, that wondrous hair tossed to one side of her head.
“So?” she asks, straddling my hips.
I shoot her a bored look. “We both know that I’ll be answering every single booty call you send me, anyway.”
She grins as I slide my hands to her hips. “Yeah?”
“Might as well admit defeat now,” I say, shrugging. Her smile widens even further, so I brush my thumbs against the swell of her legs.
