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I delved an arm between her and the mattress and locked it around her, pulling her that much more back onto me and she writhed in ecstasy which sent ripples of pleasure throughme. Like she stood at the edge of my being and cast these glittering shining rocks across my surface and the ripples went out and smashed into my edged ricocheting back, doubling and redoubling my pleasure with their sweep along my insides. Gossamer butterfly’s wings brushed against the inside of my stomach and the underside of my throat and I loved it.

I lovedherand just how she could do this to me without even trying.

Her hand reached back and gripped my thigh, nails biting in that way that I fucking liked, adding that sharp, sweet, edge of sanguine pleasurable pain to the mix that just heightened every other sensation.

I pushed my way into her, pulling out slowly, savoring how she gripped me with her body as though she didn’t want me to leave and untangling my hand from hers over brought my fingertips to the apex of her thighs, to softly tease that bundle of nerves with firm but gentle pressure and a circular motion.

She cried out and I held her tighter back against me, driving into her with sure, smooth, strong, and as long a stroke as I could manage from this angle and it was perfect.

She panted, her free hand finding the back of mine that tortured her so sweetly, encouraging, guiding without trying to take over, pressing a little firmly, widening the circles, her body tightening, her breath coming quicker even as I knew her blood quickened in her veins and turned to quicksilver as her orgasm built, pressing low and heavy like thunder clouds full of energy and chaos just waiting to let loose.

In a perfect moment of synchronicity that almost made me believe my girl was a witch, lightning flashed, thunder cracked, shaking the house to the foundation even assheshookmeto mine with her orgasm, making me come hard and fast and so strong I swear I blacked out for a second with the power of it.

When my vision returned, she was limp in my arms, her pussy still gently and intermittently pulsating around my cock which was starting to go soft.

I went to pull out, but she made a sound of protest and put a hand to my ass to keep me there.

“I didn’t put a condom on,” I warned.

“Too late now,” she whispered gently. “We’ll burn that bridge after we cross it.”

I laughed a little and said, “I’m sorry – it was selfish and stupid.”

She turned over her shoulder and stretching her long lithe torso put her lips to mine and her hand to my cheek to hold me in place. We kissed lazily in the dark to the sound of the pulsating rain that washed the house and the world clean out there and she said softly, “I’m not mad about it.”

“You don’t have to worry about getting pregnant,” I told her. “I had a vasectomy years ago.”

“Ever think you might?” she asked quietly.

“Maybe,” I wheedled. “Is it something you want?”

“Now? No… but maybe someday?”

“I’d take a needle to the balls for that,” I said, if it ever comes to one day and things were… calmer.

She was quiet a while and then said softly into the dark, “I’m afraid I would be a horrible parent. All I would know is how to do things howmyparents raised me and I don’t want to do that to anyone else.”

I held her tighter and kissed the back of her exposed shoulder.

“Look at it this way, baby… you have the perfect blueprint of whatnotto do should you ever decide you want to go there.”

She was still for several heartbeats and then made this almost profound sigh.

“You’re right,” she whispered. “You’re absolutely right. Why does that make me feel so much better?”

“Because you know it’s true?” I asked.

She chuckled and snuggled back into me, pulling my arms tighter around her.

“I guess I think that’s true,” she said and a few moments later, whispered, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, love,” I kissed her behind the ear. “Anytime.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Sandrine…

True and I were in the kitchen. In all the chaos and crazy of Louie and… well… Louie… I had nearly forgotten that Gerard was supposed to come home for a week or two and today was the day. True had actually had to remind me.

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