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“I trust you, too. Completely.”
“I promise not to tell anyone you’re bad at sex.”
His low growl rumbles in his chest as he pushes himself off of me. I miss the warmth and pressure of his body immediately.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I watch him disappear into the ensuite bathroom. He doesn’t leave me waiting long, reappearing a moment later, a square, foil wrapper in his hand.
“Helping you get your facts straight.” He opens the packet, rolling the condom onto himself with quick precision.
Clasping my ankles, he drags me closer to him and then kneels on the bed between my spread legs. I’m almost vibrating with need as he strokes the inside ofmy thighs, my hips attempting to levitate up to meet him.
“Eager looks good on you, Baby,” he chuckles, leaning his large frame over me, pinning me down.
I’m holding my breath as he lines himself up with my slick entrance, waiting for him to fill me. Instead, he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks, causing a wave of pleasure to race down my spine. I’m downright writhing beneath him as he continues to kiss and lick at my aching breasts.
My arousal is all-consuming. I’ve never felt a need like this before. It doesn’t matter that I had an orgasm a half hour ago; I’m desperate to come again.
“Foster,” I pant, trembling underneath him. “Foster, please.”
At my pleading tone, his mouth releases me and his head snaps up. He gives me a look that my sex-starved mind can only interpret as complete adoration before sliding into me.
“Ohhhhh God, Foster.”
Full. I am so full.
Foster’s strong jaw flexes and his neck muscles strain, but he holds himself perfectly still. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was in pain, but I know he’s just as far gone as I am.
On an exhale, he rocks his hips tentatively against mine, causing me to moan loudly.
“I know, Baby.” He takes one of my knees and hooks it around him. “I’ve got you.”
And then he starts to move in sure, steady thrusts as I grip his shoulders tightly.
I barely recognize my own voice or the unintelligiblewords streaming from my mouth. They intertwine with Foster’s groans in the hottest harmony I’ve ever heard.
Before long, I feel myself tightening around him.
“Beth,” he rasps, quickening his pace. “Your perfect little pussy is fucking ruining me.”
My climax crests so suddenly, it takes me by surprise. I let out a strangled cry as I’m wracked by uncontrollable shudders.
“Jesus, Beth, that was…so…fucking–” Foster’s sentence is cut off by his own shattering release. We cling to each other, a couple of shivering messes, as he buries his face in my neck.
“Fucking ruined,” he murmurs against my damp skin.
That makes two of us.
CHAPTER 22
FOSTER
Soft light filters in through my curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My eyes slowly adjust, and I turn to see Beth lying beside me, her hair splayed out across the pillow like a dark halo. She looks peaceful, serene, her lips slightly parted in sleep. The curve of her cheek catches the light just so, and I can't help but appreciate just how lovely she is.
Waking up next to her, my arm around her, with her body nestled against mine feels right.
It was after four o’clock before we finally detangled from one another and went to sleep. Still, when I look at my watch I’m shocked to see that it’s past ten.
Careful not to wake her, I creep out of the bed. It’s a challenge, but lucky for me, I’m pretty agile.
