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“You’re coming again.” He said it with so much confidence.
I almost laughed it off, but pressure was coiling inside me. Oh my God. I thought I could orgasm again.
He stopped so suddenly that I looked around. Was something wrong?
“You haven’t come twice in one night before?”
I rose to my elbows, ignoring how my belly showed off its pooch. “No?”
“No, you don’t remember, or no, you haven’t?” He shook his head. “If you can’t remember, then it hasn’t happened.”
“Logically, I know it’s possible but—”
“Oh, it’s possible. Just watch.” He flicked his tongue over his thumb. I tracked his hand down to where we were connected, and he swiped his thumb over my clit.
“Oh!” I bucked and it acted like a thrust. The combination was gooood.
He kept the momentum going. His hand at my center, his cock stroking in and out of me, and his strong arm holding my leg increased that delicious pressure.
I kept ratcheting tighter and tighter until I was rocking my hips, encouraging all the parts of him that were touching me—and then I exploded.
I was sensitive from the last climax, and this one was more acute than before. I moaned and I hollered and I made ascene. And I kept going as he jacked against me, his back arching and his teeth clenching. He pulsed inside me, capping off my volcanic experience.
I sagged against the covers, breathing hard. He was spread out on top of me.
His solid body was over mine. A weight I didn’t want to push off.
“You’re right,” I murmured. “I’m going to remember that.”
He chuckled and rolled to the side. I missed him inside me, but curling into his side was nice. Really nice.
“Wait until I make you come a third time.”
I lifted my head. “Seriously?”
His gaze said he was absolutely serious. “I’ll give you a little time, and then I’ll show you.”
This was going to be an amazing self-care day—
The screen door banged open and Avery yelled, “Mom!”
* * *
Holden
Not since I was fucking around as a teenager had I been worried about being busted in a girl’s bed.
“Wait! Don’t come back here.” Emery launched out of bed and dressed so quickly I didn’t get a chance to admire the view. She tried straightening out her pants as she wrestled on her bra. Then the shirt was over her head, and she yanked her pants up and was gone in a flurry of cotton and flannel.
I covered myself with a corner of a blanket until it would be safe to get out of bed. My complete nudity kept me frozen in place.
“What are you doing back?” She sounded calm and collected. She had the awareness to close the door behind her.
With the protection of the door, I found a tissue box to wrap the condom in. There was a garbage can, but I grabbed two more tissues to fully encase the condom. Then I wrested into my shirt and sweats.
Voices drifted into the room as I got dressed. Panic welled inside of me, as if all the kids would stampede into the bedroom and demand to know what I was doing there. How would I explain this? I was fixing a window? I didn’t relish lying to the kids, but were they even old enough to know what the truth was?
The kids’ voices were hard to make out, all talking over each other. Landon was the loudest and most indignant.
