Page 34 of My Single Dad Biker

I didn't know I could come three times. One of his hands leaves my hip and slides around to find my clit and he rubs it while he pounds into me and I'm sobbing his name.

"One more," he says. "Give me one more and then I'm going to come inside you."

His fingers work my clit expertly and his cock is hitting that spot inside me with every thrust and I can't hold back.

I come again, harder than before if that's even possible, and I feel my whole body convulse.

He makes a sound that's almost a growl and his rhythm gets erratic and then he's coming, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise while he empties inside me. I feel the heat of him and the pulse of his cock and the way his whole body goes rigid and then relaxes.

He collapses on top of me and we fall to the mattress together. We're both breathing like we just ran a marathon. He's still inside me and I don't want him to move.

After a minute he rolls to the side and pulls me with him so we're spooning. His hand comes to rest on my hip and his breath is warm against my shoulder.

"That was," I start, but I don't have words.

"Yeah."

We lie there in the dark catching our breath. His thumb is tracing circles on my hip. I can feel him starting to soften inside me but he doesn't pull out yet.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly.

"More than okay."

"I wasn't too rough?"

"No. It was perfect."

He kisses my shoulder. "You're perfect."

I turn in his arms so I'm facing him. His eyes are soft now, satisfied, and when he looks at me there's something in his expression that makes my chest tight.

"I need to ask you something," he says.

"Okay."

"That comment you made. About your breasts. About no one paying attention."

I feel my face heat. "It's not a big deal."

"It is to me. Were they bad to you? Your exes?"

"No. They just... they were fine. Pleasant. They didn't do anything wrong. They just weren't... they weren't like you."

"Like me how?"

"Intense. Present. Like they actually wanted to be there."

He's quiet for a long moment. Then he says, "I'm going to make sure you never doubt that I want to be here. Exactly here. With exactly you."

My throat feels tight. "Okay."

He kisses me soft and slow. Then he finally pulls out and I feel the loss immediately.

He disappears into my bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans me gently. The intimacy of it makes me want to cry for reasons I don't fully understand.

When he's done he climbs back into bed and pulls me against him. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow. His hand is in my hair now, fingers running through it.

I'm half asleep when he speaks again.