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“Sorry,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “Never sorry.” I lean against her and lift her leg again, my cock finding her pussy. I hesitate before I push into her.
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
She purses her lips together. “Then don’t come inside of me.”
I groan. I want that the most.
“We’ll figure it out.”
I nod and don’t let her invite me twice. I slide into her and she feels fucking fantastic. I buck my hips, sliding in and out of her, fucking her against the shower wall. Her moans start anew, echoing around us, joined by my grunts.
She orgasms another time—I love how many times she orgasms when we fuck—and her pussy clamps shut around my cock.
Fuck, it only brings me closer.
I pump harder and harder, and just before I release, I pull out of her.
My cock twitches and jerks, squirting hot jets into the stream of water from the showerhead.
Rachel sinks to her knees and takes me into her mouth. She catches the last of it, and sucks me off. Despite having just finished, the feel of her mouth on my cock and the way she gently licks and sucks me is amazing. She cups my balls and massages them, and I groan and moan.
This is almost as fucking good as releasing inside of her.
I pull her up and kiss her and taste myself on her lips.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say. “You’re everything.”
She looks up at me before she kisses me again, and for a moment, I entertain the idea that I could do this for the rest of my life.
If it’s Rachel, maybe I could really do this.
Chapter 20
Rachel
When I knock on Samantha’s door, I’m not sure what I’ll find. She opens with a broad smile and invites me in, and after a while, I’m in her room with a cup of coffee and a bunch of snacks from the twins’ pantry.
“So, tell me,” Sam says, not even trying to make small talk first.
“Well, you know more than half already,” I say with a chuckle.
“Which means there are some things I still don’t know!”
She’s right, and I start to tell her about the rest of the weekend. I don’t tell Sam about the conversation Blake had with me. He trusted me with that, and I won’t tell her something so personal. But I tell her everything else, and she drinks in the news as if she’s been dying without real gossip for far too long.
“So, I don’t know where we stand now, but I want to make this work with him,” I finish.
“Are you serious about seeing where this will go with him? Like, long-term?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I didn’t plan for this, but when I’m with him… I can’t explain it.”
Sam shakes her head. “I don’t get it. I thought you wanted to be on your own for a while.”
“Well, yeah. I did. But that was before I met Blake. You’re the one who encouraged me to try.”
“To sleep with him. A fling. Because the guy is loaded. But not as a serious relationship for the rest of your life.”
