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Not until right now.

I’m emotional again, too much to indulge it. I’m tempted to shift the mood with a joke or a wry comment, but that doesn’t feel right. So I don’t say anything. I lean down and press my lips against his.

It changes the angle of penetration. Both of us moan into the kiss.

He slides his hands down to cup my bottom, and I rock my hips again, riding him slow and gentle as our mouths play together. I can’t move fast in this position anyway or he’d slip right out of my pussy. And the motion matches the rhythm of our kiss.

We keep it up like that for a while. He grips my ass to hold me in position, making small thrusts in time with my rocking.

I could have kept doing only that and been perfectly happy, but eventually the sensual pleasure triggers a more urgent need. An orgasm starts to coil at my center, and soon the need is strong enough that I have to pull out of the kiss. Brace myself on his shoulders and ride him more urgently.

“That’s right, love,” he murmurs thickly, loosening his hold on me as I straighten up. His hands slide from my bottom to my thighs and then up to my breasts. “Just like that. Take what you want.”

I choke on a whimper as I move above him, my breasts jiggling and my hair flying into my face. “Aidan. Aidan, please don’t stop.”

“Why would I stop? I’m not going to stop. Keep going just like that. You’re almost there. I want to see you come again.” He starts to buck his hips up from below more vigorously, intensifying the friction.

I make a silly sob of relief as it pushes me closer to orgasm. I eagerly meet and match his thrusts until the tension finally breaks, pushing me over the edge.

With a soft, strangled cry, I shake through a hard orgasm. My pussy clamps down around his cock as I spasm, and it’s evidently enough to push Aidan into climax too.

He lets out a few animalistic grunts as his body rocks through his final thrusts. I’m coming down as his face twists, and he lets out a raspy exclamation of release.

I’m still rocking gently as his hips jerk through the last of his aftershocks. Both of us are gasping. There’s a tear streaming down my cheek for some reason.

“Oh fuck, love,” he finally says. “That was… fuck.”

A silly giggle escapes me. I lean down to nuzzle his neck. His jaw. “That was indeed… fuck.”

His body shakes in silent laughter. He wraps one arm around me and tangles the fingers of his other into my tousled hair. His cock is softening, and it’s slipped out from our new position and the slickness of my fluids and his.

“Shit,” he says after a minute, lifting his head. His body has been deliciously relaxed after sex, but now it tenses up again. “I should have pulled out, shouldn’t I?”

“Probably. If we were being safe. But I honestly didn’t think of it either. And I don’t think I’ll get pregnant.”

He frowns. “Why not? Wrong time of the month?”

“Yeah. It is. But in all the time I was fucking those other guys, I never got pregnant. A couple of them didn’t even try to be careful. I’m not sure I’m…” I shake my head. I’ve never felt like my infertility was a problem or a burden. It was always a deep relief. But I feel weird about it now—telling Aidan. “I’m not sure I can get pregnant.”

“All right. But I don’t mind pulling out to be safe.” He makes a choked sound. “Assuming you want us to do this again.”

I laugh at that. Lean down to kiss him one more time before I swing my leg over his hips and settle beside him. “I definitely want us to do this again.”

He smiles at me, warm and real and deep. Genuine. The real self he hasn’t let anyone see in so long. “Good. Because I want that too.”

He pulls me against him, wrapping an arm around me. I feel kind of sloppy between my legs and I need to pee, but that can wait a few more minutes.

For now, this feels exactly right.

8

It’stime to leave the following morning.

A foolish part of me doesn’t want to go. There’s something safe and special about this mountaintop church—cut off from the rest of the world, separated from the bleak realities of living life as it is.

Aidan and I have been existing in a bubble of intimacy and vulnerability for the past few days, but it can’t last forever.

For one thing, it won’t be long until we run out of food.

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