It was different without a condom.
Hotter. Rawer. Wetter.
He groaned, “Gonna come.”
I reached my hand down between us in a desperate attempt to follow him.
All it took was one rotation of my clit and I was detonating.
He let out a strangled groan and followed right behind me, filling me up with his release.
His grunt of completion was hot, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his face as it tensed.
He looked like he was ready to murder the world when he came.
It was awesome.
Our breaths were sawing in and out of our lungs when he finally pulled out and set me on my feet.
I looked down in time to see his release run down the length of my thigh to my calf.
“Messy,” he mused as he watched a second glob follow the first.
“I’ll say,” I said. “We’re going to have to bring towels with us everywhere we go.”
He chuckled. “Let’s go shower.”
We did.
And when I went to go back to my RV, he stopped me by tangling his fingers into my wet hair. “No. My bed tonight. I might want that again. And I don’t want to have to traipse across my yard to get it.”
I didn’t argue.
Mostly because I wouldn’t mind doing that again.
By the time that my head hit the pillow in his bedroom, sprawled out on my stomach naked as a jaybird, I knew that this was going to be the new norm for us.
Me staying in his bed, and the RV just blocking the view.
The sad thing was, I didn’t let myself get too excited.
Good things always came to an end, especially for me.
Twenty-Two
In banana years, you’re bread.
—Sage to Gentry
Sage
The next morning, I was a little less excited about my day.
The impending long day didn’t bode well for the lack of sleep I’d gotten last night thanks to my ability to overthink everything.
Though I wasn’t complaining about that lack of sleep.
I got to spend the night in Gentry’s arms, and when he woke and found me still awake around two that morning, he’d exhausted me to the point where I had no other choice but to fall asleep.
