Page 69 of The Sailor

“Me too,” she agreed, reaching between her legs and pushing his hand away from her clit, taking over stimulating the small bundle of nerves herself.

That left Zach’s hand free to grip her hips more firmly. He held her still and began to fuck her from below, able to go faster and harder with him doing the work. Her pussy gripped him even tighter as her orgasm neared.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen . . . and she was his. Just as he was hers. It was a dream come true, and Zach felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Her muscles began to shake, and he knew she was coming. That was his signal to let himself go as well. Grunting, Zach felt the come burst out of the tip of his cock, deep into her channel. Each burst made Marit even more slippery, as he continued to fuck her through their orgasms.

It wasn’t until she sighed in contentment that he pulled her all the way down onto his dick and enjoyed the aftershocks of both his orgasm and hers.

“Um . . . Zach?”

“Hmmmm?” he asked, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

He froze in shock. “Fuck. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill.”

He knew that, as the little pack of pills sat on the counter next to her toothbrush and toothpaste in his bathroom. “I swear I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I know. And other than it being messy . . . I actually prefer it.”

Her words made his cock, which was still inside her, twitch with interest.

She laughed, and the movements of her internal muscles around his still-sensitive dick signaled that he wasn’t done showing this woman how much she meant to him.

Scooting forward on the chair, he stood with Marit still in his arms.

She laughed, hooking her ankles together at his back as he kneaded her ass cheeks while making his way over to the bed.

“Just to be clear . . . we’re done with condoms?” Zach asked.

“If it’s okay with you. We’re exclusive, and I haven’t been with anyone other than you in . . . well . . . a long time,” she said.

“Same. And yes, we’re damn sure exclusive. For the rest of our lives. I know we both need to work early, but it might take me a while to tire out tonight. I’ve never had sex without a condom, and it wasn’t until you pointed it out that I realized why you felt so different tonight.”

“Men,” Marit said with a roll of her eyes.

“Your man,” Zach corrected.

“My man,” Marit agreed.

It was indeed several more hours before either of them got any sleep. Right before Zach drifted off, his ass in the giant wet spot on the bed—and not giving one little shit about it—Marit deadweight on his chest, his cock finally sated but still embedded inside her soaking-wet pussy, he couldn’t help but think about how blessed he was.

He had a job he loved, lived in a supportive community, had his family nearby, and a woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and who felt the same about him. He never thought moving back home could have this kind of outcome.

With any luck, they’d both continue to be blessed with nothing but goodness in their lives and future.