Page 60 of Continuum

My heart was pounding in my chest and both of us panted, completely spent. He unraveled my legs from around him and he collapsed beside me on the bed. After a couple of minutes, our breathing had slowed and all that was left was the rawness of what just happened.

“Wow…” I exhaled.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly as he removed the condom.

My lips curled into a slow smile. “Yeah. I am. That was just…intense.”

I didn’t know what other way I could describe it.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, rolling onto his side.

We were both quietly staring at one another. The air felt thick as we took each other in. There was an uptick in my heartrate as I tried to read his expression.

“What are you thinking?” I asked hesitantly.

“That you’re fine as fuck and every time I have you, I want more of you.”

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. “Is that all?”

He licked his lips. “You’re special, Aisha.” He put his hand on my chest and dragged his fingers down between the valley of my breasts and over my belly. “I’ve always felt that way.”

“Why didn’t you want to have sex with me last night?” I blurted out.

“Oh, I wanted to. Badly.” He shook his head. “But if I’m keeping it a buck, even though I wasn’t drunk, you deserve better than the performance I would’ve been able to give you. Between the alcohol and the fact that it was you, I would’ve lasted two, maybe three strokes.”

I giggled. “I don’t believe that. Not after the performances you put on today. So, try again.”

“I’m serious!”

I shook my head. “You’re not about to convince me that it wouldn’t have been good after giving me the best sex of my life earlier today and then beat that record just now.”

His eyes danced and the corners of his mouth turned upward. “It was that good for me too. Your pussy, your head, your conversation, your support, your everything… best I’ve ever had.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Yesterday I was all in my head…”

“Because…?” I prayed he didn’t feel the way my heart was beating erratically as his hand moved along the center of my body.

He just stared at me and I couldn’t read his expression. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know what he was feeling. But I felt my chest tighten.

“Because of the timing,” he said finally.

“What about the timing?” I asked, slightly distracted by his fingers falling in the valley my thighs created. I opened my legs wider. “You made it seem like it was because I was drinking.”

“That was part of it, too.” His fingers brushed against my slit. “I was in my own head, but I also didn’t want there to be any doubt about what you wanted.”

“I wasn’t drunk, and I was practically begging you for it,” I whimpered as his finger dipped into my wetness. “You had my full consent.”

“You said you didn’t have sex on the first date. But since youdidsay you wanted me to make you cum, I found a solution,” he whispered as he rubbed my juices over my clit. “And I didn’t want to have any doubts about what you wanted the first time I got a chance to be inside you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned as his finger entered me. My body hummed with want. “Yeah, I get that.”

“You weren’t drunk, and I knew you were fully capable of making your own decisions. But I needed you to give yourself to me when you were completely sober.”

“Yeah,” I murmured as he slid his finger in and out of me leisurely.

“So, I don’t want you to ever doubt how bad I want you.” He returned to my clit.

The combination of his touch and his hard dick pressing against my hip was too much. “I won’t,” I panted, reaching down for it. “And you don’t ever have to doubt how bad I want you.”

Leaning down with our eyes locked, he hovered just above my mouth. “Your pussy sounds like it’s ready for me.”

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