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Her lips manage a weak smile. “I think you've ruined me too.”
I’m undone.
My hips buck into her as the hot shot of release empties me.
The room stops spinning and I withdraw from her, shucking the condom.
She nuzzles into my chest, climbing over my boneless body. The floral scent of her hair fills my senses. I grab the blanket to cover our bare flesh.
She nudges her nose along my skin, and I kiss the top of her head.
“Why didn’t we do that earlier?” Lily’s voice pirouettes in a whisper.
“I can spend eternity doing exactly that.”
My words are another promise I’m intent on keeping.
* * *
“If we do this again,”Lily says, “you need to tell me everything that turns you off during sex.”
“That’s sexy,” I joke, tugging on my boxer shorts. “You go first.”
We didn’t have much time to talk yesterday after the museum, opting for room service and a couple of sessions at the hotel in Amsterdam. We returned to London a few hours ago after sleeping all the way home on the train.
It only took Lily an hour into my nap to crawl between my sheets for round four.
Yes, I’m keeping count.
“Never leave your socks on when we’re having sex,” she says as though it’s obvious.
“So, does that mean we’re gonna continue this?” I motion between us.
Last night, she kept saying, “Okay, but this will be the last time” before tearing open a condom and mounting me.
“I thought about it, and we can amend rule number four.”
“No complaints here.” I glance down at the socks I was ready to pull over my feet. “No socks. What else?”
Note to self: burn the cotton foot jackets as soon as possible.
“No baby talk. No mommy kink. No peeing. What about you?”
Has she actually tried all that?
“Long list you got there.” I do my absolute fucking best to not picture my Lily with anyone else. “But I don’t have anything I dislike doing with you.”
“Not a single sex ick?”
“Look, I’m usually just happy to be there.”
She sighs. “Really? Come on, there must besomething.”
“Umm.” I rack my brain. I don’t know if it’s worth mentioning that our times together are permanently imprinted into every crevice of my mind until I die. Was being absolutely head over heels for her one of the many things on her ick list? “I guess someone once suggested food play, and I don’t think I want to try that again. We’ll say that’s my ick. Sex with food.”
Her face contorts into a squirm. “Sexwithfood?”
“I’ve seen potpie go places potpie should never go.”
