Page 81 of A Simple Regret

Reaching down, I slide my palm down her outer thigh, hitching her leg higher on my hip. My body starts to move, almost on its own, and sweat gathers on my brow. I roll my hips, drawing a moan from her sweet lips.

“Do that again,” she begs.

So, I do. I roll my pelvis, gyrating against her pubis. I feel her pussy start to grip me tighter, and it elevates my own desire for release. My body begins to pump faster and harder than before. She cries out, her back arching once more. I bend down and latch on to one perfectly taut nipple, sucking it between my lips and feeling her squeeze even harder around me.

“Cam,” she whispers, pulling me against her body.

I roll my hips once more, sending her flying. Maren comes hard beneath me and triggers my own release. I come hard, her tight pussy milking every drop I have from my body and rendering me completely boneless.

Lowering my head to hers, I just hold myself up as best I can and try to draw air into my lungs. Then, I claim her lips with my own, savoring the feel of being joined with this woman for just a little longer.

With her arms around my neck, I turn us onto our sides, her leg slung over my hip as I devour her mouth. “I could kiss you all day, all night,” I murmur, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Mmm, yes please,” she whispers, swiping her tongue across my top lip.

Unfortunately, as much as I want to just lie here and kiss her, I have other pressing matters. “I need to take care of the condom.”

“Okay,” she says, yet doesn’t release her hold on me.

Smiling, I pull back. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

She chuckles and stretches her limbs. “Are you kidding? I couldn’t if I tried.”

I hop up and head to the hallway to use the bathroom. I take a few moments to clean myself up and use the toilet before washing my hands and taking a hard look at my reflection. What I see is a man who looks…happy. And I’m not just referring to the post-orgasm glow. It’s the fact Maren is back in my life and in my arms. I feel like I’m me again, even though I never went anywhere. The messed-up pieces of my life just started to click back into place, and it feels fucking amazing.

Grabbing a second washcloth, I wet it with warm water and flip off the light before exiting the room and heading across the hall to my bedroom. My eyes immediately scan the bed, making sure she’s right where I left her.

I take the wet cloth over to where she lies. “Here, I brought you a washcloth.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replies, taking the material. “I should go use the bathroom.”

I nod, watching as she gets up slowly. She appears to be a bit sore, and even though I hate the thought of her hurting, the caveman inside me is a bit proud I’m the reason she’s satisfied and sore.

While she goes across the hall, I sit on the edge of the bed and wonder what happens next. I know what I want to transpire, but I won’t force anything. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to be smart about it. I will ensure we’re both on the same page, leaving no question about what we want or feel.

By the time the door opens and she returns, I’m still sitting here, wondering. She walks right over to me and leans down, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “I have a sitter all night,” she says.

My hands go to her thighs and then glide to her ass. “That’s true.”

Her blue eyes shine brightly as she adds, “I’ve never actually slept all night with you…in a bed.”

“That’s also true,” I concede. In high school, there were no sleepovers. The closest we got was a little alone time before her curfew in a tent one Saturday night when my friends and I were camping during a local fishing derby at the park.

“So what do you say? Want some company?” she asks, a hint of uncertainty in her question.

“Are you kidding? I’d be disappointed if you didn’t stay,” I confess, pulling her into my arms and twisting so we’re both lying on the bed.

She’s grinning. “Gonna be hard to get beneath the blankets.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” I assure her, pressing my lips to hers once more.

Giggling, she replies, “I’m sure you will.”

But not tonight.

She’s sore, and the last thing I want is to hurt her any more than she already is. Instead, I carefully lift the blankets and wait for us both to climb beneath them. Then, I pull her toward me once more, her front pressed to mine. Our arms are wrapped against each other, our limbs entangled. It’s the most comfortable position I think I’ve ever been in, and that’s saying something considering I’ve not been much of a cuddler in the past.

It’s the woman…