Page 76 of For Fox Sake

Thank Christ.

“Here, let me help you.” I shuck my jeans off, then we both fumble with her bra, and then we’re kissing again, limbs tangling.

“Condom,” she says, rolling away from me to reach into her bag on the floor by the bed.

The wrapping crinkles as she rips it open, then together we slide it on. The grip of her hand around my length shoots stars across my vision. Before I can make any other moves, she swings a leg over my hip and slides down.

My eyes are trained on the place where we’re joining as I disappear inside her.

We both moan.

Pure bliss. Rapture. Ecstasy.

Oh yeah. This is not lasting long.

She moves over me, riding me, and the whole world evaporates. It’s only me and Ryan and this moment. I cup her breasts in my hands, flicking the tips with my thumbs.

She throws her head back and moves faster.

I thrust my hips upward in time with her movements, focusing all my energy on not spending.

It’s brutal. The orgasm builds and builds, ready to burst through me like a geyser about to blow.

Not yet, not yet, not yet is a mantra beating in my veins until I can’t take it any longer.

My spine tingles. My balls tighten.

The release overpowers me, reverberating through me, stealing the breath from my lungs and crowding my vision with black spots.

I grip Ryan’s thighs, my eyesight returning just in time to witness her quaking and shuddering as she comes.

She collapses on top of me, sticky and sweaty and so goddamn perfect I’m about out of my mind with emotions too immense and fragile to put a name to.

We lie there, breathing together for a few long minutes, until she pushes herself up slightly to meet my eyes.

“Shower?”

“Hell yeah.”

We rinse off, making each other slippery with the soap, which leads to another orgasm each using fingers and hands and it’s the best shower I’ve ever had in my life.

After toweling off, we fall into bed, folding into each other perfectly. Like peanut butter and jelly, or mustard and hot dogs, or cheese and... more cheese.

I brush a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll get up in a little bit and go back to the house before morning. Before Finley notices I’m gone, or Ari realizes I’m here.”

She nods, tucking her head into my neck. “Mmmkay.”

I’m going to shut my eyes, just for a minute.

“Momma!”

The shriek jerks me awake.

The sun is shining through the blinds.

It’s... daytime?

“Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

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