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With Sadie, my stamina is that of a teenage boy and before I know it…

“I’m going to cum,” I pant and grit my teeth.

Her hand cups and squeezes my balls taking me over the edge. It feels never ending as she keeps her mouth on me until I start to soften. Only then does she kiss the tip and slide up the bed to greet me with a passionate kiss.

Once we break apart, I hug her to me. “That was so hot. I wish I could reciprocate.” Her reaction is to smile and snuggle deeper into my arms. It will be at least a few days before I can go down on her now that her pussy is red, raw, and swollen. “Do you have plans for tonight?”

“Just work,” she mumbles sounding as if she’s falling back to sleep.

Rubbing my hand down her back, I kiss the top of her head. “How about we go on a real date tonight?”

Lifting her head, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Really? It’s only Tuesday.”

“Really. It doesn’t matter the day. I’ll take you out every day of the week if you want me to. You said we could know each other outside of the office.” And I don’t want her thinking that I’m only with her for the sex, no matter how great it is. “Will you have a lot of work to do tonight?”

“Probably,” she sighs and starts to draw shapes below my collarbone. “I have a bunch of meetings today, so I won’t have time to finish at the office.”

“How about just dinner tonight and we can do something more this weekend? Where would you like to eat?” I only hope that she doesn’t pick some place expensive. I need to watch what I’m spending until my medical bills are paid off and I know for sure that I’m hired for the position at Mathers.

“It’s too early to think about food,” she grumbles. “But I’ve been wanting to try that new Mexican restaurant on Monroe street. Have you been there?”

“No, I don’t make it to that area often.” I shift her higher on top of me and twirl a lock of her hair with my finger.

Propping herself up on her elbow she looks down at me. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No, I like Mexican.” Only the area she wants to go to is upscale and pricey.

Her eyes search my face as her fingertips tentatively skate across the side of my face. “Are you okay?”

“Besides feeling you bare against me and not being able to sink into your sweet heat, I’m great.” And I was because I got to spend another night sleeping in Sadie’s bed, and she was currently in my arms.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” She laughs bitterly as she slides off me and sits up with the sheet around her. “I could have walked around the house naked all day with Gerald and he wouldn’t have cared. Of course, now we know why. I’m not used to turning a man on with my body, so I didn’t think.”

Grabbing the sheet, I pull her down until her lips meet mine. “Everything you do turns me on. Naked or fully clothed, I only have to smell your scent, and I’m hard.”

A soft smile spreads across her face. “I’m the same way with you. Well,” she tilts her head to the side. “I get wet instead of hard.”

Closing my eyes, I moan. “Don’t say things like that when I can’t fuck you. I really wish you wouldn’t have waxed yourself.”

She laughs, and I love the sound of her sweet laugh. It brightens my day every time I hear it. “You and me both. I read that being waxed makes you more sensitive down there and makes your sex better, but fuck that. It’s not worth it.”

“Is it not already great?”

“Better than great. It’s the best of my life. I’ve only been with one other man, but I’d happily…” she cuts herself off with wide eyes. Getting up from the bed, she walks into her closet, calling out. “We should get ready for work. You need time to go home and change.”

I follow wanting to know what she was going to say. She’s sorting through her work clothes trying to find something that I’m sure will keep me hard for the entire day. When she turns around, her pussy still looks raw as if boiling water had been poured on it without the blisters. It’s that bad and I try to hide my reaction as best I can.

“Maybe you should go to the doctor,” I suggest.

“If I had time today, I would,” she chuckles to herself. “Funnily enough I was just there yesterday.”

I look at her in question. “Why? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I went to see about getting on birth control. I figured with all the sex we’re having I should take some precaution just in case. I made the appointment before I knew.”

The thought of being inside of her without a condom does strange things to me. Never had I wanted to be bare when I was with someone, but now that the thought had been put into my head, I wanted it more than anything.

Needing to change the subject, I ask. “What were you going to say when we were in bed?”

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