“I’m fine.” She pushes my chest back down and starts riding back and forth against me.
But right before I’m about to come, she pushes herself away.
“Wha—”
“It’s called edging. Have you ever tried it?”
I don’t want to seem unhip, but I haven’t. “No.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
She continues the same process a few times—thrusting until I’m about to bust and then stopping suddenly. But the time she keeps going . . . oh, my God. I swear my eyes rolled back inside my head.
“Told you,” she whispered in my ear.
Chapter 5 – Bea
I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I lay in his arms. And it’s also so comfortable—almost like our bodies were designed for each other.
That’s what makes it so disappointing when my alarm clock goes off early the next morning.
“Ugh,” I mutter before sitting up.
“I know. I wish we could stay like that forever.”
He goes to kiss me, but I pull away.
“What?”
“Morning breath.”
“Pffft. I know what your vagina tastes like, Bea.”
“I guess that’s a good point.”
I use my arms to keep my long hair close to my body, and I bend over to kiss him.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No. But I need to get going.”
“No!”
“Oh, okay. I’ll stick around, get caught in your bed by your daughters, and then you’ll have about a million questions to answer. How does that sound.”
“. . . fine.”
“That’s what I thought. But speaking of them, do you need me to pick them up from school?”
He’s still half asleep, and he pinches his eyes shut and holds the bridge of his nose as he thinks.
“No, I think I’m good. Thank you for offering, though.” Then, his eyes widen with excitement. “Actually, Grandma Caroline wanted to take them for a while tonight.”
“Does that mean . . .”
“You and me. Sexy time anywhere in the house.”