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It’s just who we are and what we need at this point in our lives.
She’s been here alone for some time without sex.
When she finally cums, I’m behind her; her face is smushed into the bed, and my hand smacks her ass as I pump furiously into her.
She screams her release. “Fuuuuck, Cade!”
I, on the other hand, grit my teeth and hold back.
She falls to the bed in a heap, and I pull off the condom before flipping her over. I take my dick in one hand, I beat her in the face until my balls tighten.
Fisting my cock in my hand, I pump it until she opens her mouth, taking me inside. Then and only then do I release and feel the tension seep from inside of me.
***
ISTEP FROM THE BATHROOMwith my arms crossed over my midsection.
“You ready?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs.
I applied ointment to Claire’s ass and massaged her body. Claire has an ice pack on her ass, and she rests on her belly. She’s been like this for twenty minutes now.
I walk over to her, remove the ice pack, and reach for her hand, helping her off the bed. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her into the bathroom and lower her into the water filled with chamomile oil.
Slowly I lower myself into the tub opposite her and lean back against the front of the tub.
Claire adjusts herself slowly.
“You had quite a bit to work out back there, huh?” she asks with a wink, indicating her ass.
“Sorry. You know—”
“Don’t be. We know each other better than that. You know that I have a high pain tolerance, and we both know I know how to use my safe word.”
“You’ve only used it four times since we’ve known each other.”
Laughing, she drops her head back against the tiled wall.
“Those early months were torture on my body.”
“Yeah, but you quickly became an adept student.”
“Challenging my master, I dare say?”
“That you did.”
I close my eyes and can feel Claire scoop water onto my body. She does this several times before grabbing a washcloth and cleaning my body. When she’s finished, I return the favor, and the two of us return to her bedroom in oversized robes.
“Hungry?” she asks.
Sighing, I say, “Sorry about that,” recalling the smoked wagyu brisket, grilled matsutake mushrooms, and fingerling potatoes we left behind.
“It’s okay,” she says. “I can call out for pizza.”
My gaze drops, and she lifts my chin. We’re lying in her bed now, and I look at her.
“What’s her name?”
