Page 62 of Catch and Release

She arched underneath him and her pussy clenched around his cock as she finished again, with just enough force to push him over the edge right behind her. It felt like his orgasm went on forever, like it would never end, like maybe time had just frozen in this perfect moment of pleasure. He collapsed on the bed next to her, then tugged her on top of him. She rested her head on his chest as he tried to slow his breathing.

“Wow,” Willa whispered against his chest.

He looked down at her and pushed the red hair out of her face, tracing a thumb over the constellation of freckles on her cheek, marveling at her beauty, at what she did to him.

“What?” he whispered.

She blushed, and he grinned at her as his thumb stilled over that reddened cheek.

“I’ve never…” she bit her lip, then buried her face in his chest. “I’ve never come from just penetration before like that.”

Pride flared through his chest. He tugged at her chin with his forefinger until she looked at him. Then he pulled her closer to him and delicately kissed her lips. He wanted to tell her that if she let him, he’d make her come every day for the rest of her life, morning, noon, and night. That if she just stuck around long enough, he’d be begging her to sit on his face and let him taste her every minute of the day. That if she wanted to come on his cock, all she had to do was ask and he’d comply. That he’d never get tired of the little moans she made underneath him.

But she scared easy. Like a dolphin in the Bay, he knew she’d bolt at the first sign of trouble. And he didn’t want to scare her off. He knew he had to play it cool.

“Seems like you’re having a lot of firsts with me,” he said.

He brushed his thumb along her lips—the lips he couldn’t stop thinking about—and he felt her stiffen slightly under his scrutiny. Knowing he needed to bring this post-coital moment to an end so she wouldn’t think he was trying to turn it into something it wasn’t, he cradled her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

“You should pee,” he told her as he set her down.

She smirked at him. “And you should take that condom off, wrap it up in toilet paper like a mummy, and toss it in the trash.”

He laughed. “Okay, sorry for being heavy-handed. I’ll get out of your hair.”

Shawn grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper and stepped out of the bathroom, took care of himself, and got dressed. He vaguely heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on, and he figured that was his cue to leave.

As he left the back door of her house, he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d gotten himself into.

18

Willa had been dodging Charlie’s calls.

She knew that made her a shitty friend, but she didn’t want to call her back until she’d nailed down a therapist like she promised. And she hadn’t yet.

But there was no putting it off anymore. Willa desperately wanted to call Charlie and tell her about the friends-with-benefits situation she’d gotten herself into with Shawn. She wanted to tell Charlie about the not one, not two, but three orgasms he’d given her in the past twenty-four hours.

Which was why she’d furiously researched therapists in her area before deciding to use one of the apps that had hundreds of licensed therapists available. She’d scrolled through a few profiles before deciding to schedule an appointment with a woman who had experience working with women and couples. It was scheduled for the end of the week.

And now she had her phone on speaker on the kitchen counter as she thumbed through the mail, impatiently waiting for Charlie to pick up the phone.

“Well, well, well,” she said by way of greeting. “Glad you aren’t dead or something. I was beginning to worry.”

“I suck, I know. I’m sorry,” Willa said.

“What gives?”

“Honestly, I was dragging my feet on therapy,” she said. “But I did it! Scheduled for Thursday.”

“Getting started is hard,” Charlie responded, voice full of concern. “I get it. And I’m really proud of you for making it happen.”

“Thanks,” Willa’s eyes burned with gratitude for her friend who was unafraid to say the hard things and still more compassionate than anyone knew.

“So I’m assuming there’s another reason you called?” Charlie asked.

Willa sighed.

“That bad, huh?”

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