Page 24 of Love is Blind

When there’s no more to take, I sink back against the mattress. I feel him move away from between my legs and a second later, his weight disappears from the bed altogether. Panting, I curl my fingers around the sheet. His seed drips from my belly, sliding into places it shouldn’t.

“Ghost?” I call.

“Right here,” he says.

The mattress dip as he climbs in next to me. A moment later, something soft hits my belly and I feel his hand move across my skin, wiping his come from me. “Open your legs,” he commands.

The man loves to give orders.

“I can do it,” I say, my hand covering his.

“You gonna get shy on me now with my come leaking between your thighs?”

My lips smack together—he has a point.

He pushes my legs apart and continues to wipe me clean. Threading my fingers through his hair, I cock my head to the side and flash him a smile.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth.”

“You didn’t seem to mind a couple of minutes ago,” he volleys, giving my thigh one more swipe. “There. All clean.”

“Shame,” I say, sitting up. “I liked wearing you.” My fingers cradle the back of his head and I bring him closer until the tip of his nose touches mine. Then I angle my head and seek his lips, kissing him softly. He breaks the kiss and wraps an arm around me, placing his hand gently against the small of my back as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Lost my head,” he mutters, his hand sliding up and down my spine. “Next go, I’ll glove up.”

“It’s okay—”

He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

“No, it’s not.” He straightens up, releasing his hold on me. “I know you don’t know me and you got no reason to trust me, but I’m clean.”

This is probably a conversation two strangers should’ve had before they fucked each other senseless. I guess we both got carried away.

I swallow.

“So am I.” As promiscuous as I’ve been over the last few months, I’ve always been safe.

“Are you on the pill?” he questions.

I shake my head.

“Right, so like I said, next go I wear a rubber.”

“Next go?”

“Need ten minutes then I’m attacking that pussy again. Give it to you slow this time.”

I smile because as sore as I am, I’d trade every sexual experience I’ve ever had, just to have more of Ghost.

“Nothing wrong with how you gave it to me the first time.”

But slow might be even better and that thought sends a wave of excitement through me.

He doesn’t say anything else and we fall into a comfortable silence as he positions us so that I’m sitting between his legs, my back to his chest, his back against the headboard.

Wrapping one arm around me, his hand covers my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers as his mouth finds my shoulder. The scruff of his beard tickles my sensitive skin with every swipe of his lips.

“You want to smoke?” he asks, his lips moving to my neck. “I got a joint already rolled.”

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