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“There, baby,” I say through a clenched jaw. “Give it to me.” I cup both of her tits, which bounce in my hands, and she moans more loudly. Then I skim my fingertips down her belly and right to the place of our joining.
“Fuck, Weston,” she groans happily. “Yes yessssss.”
Then I can’t hold back anymore. My balls get impossibly tight and I groan from the effort of staving it off. But it’s no use. I jack my hips off the bed and bounce her on my cock. The headboard begins to bang rhythmically into the wall, and I gasp as my climax hits me full force.
God almighty it’s a doozy. Grabbing her by the hips, I let out a growl of sheer relief. And then a shout of joy. I catch Abbi in my arms as she lets go of the headboard and drops onto my body with a deep, satisfied moan. And I feel her body pulse deliciously around mine.
We end up as a pile of limbs and heavy breathing. And I have never been so satisfied in my life.
* * *
That blissed-out feeling doesn’t go away, either. Usually, after a hookup, I wait around a little while and then head home. That’s my MO. It sends a friendly message but promises nothing.
Tonight is different. I don’t want to leave this bed, and Abbi’s warm body. I don’t want to leave, period. We just had amazing sex. Like, Division One championship sex. I think it broke my brain. All I want to do is hold her and nuzzle her neck.
“Okay if I stay?” I ask eventually. “It’s kinda late and kinda cold outside.”
“You can stay,” she whispers, palming my heart.
“Thanks, Abbi.” We blink at each other, but nobody moves for another moment. She’s so easy to be around. If I were looking for a real girlfriend, I’d look for one exactly like her.
She’s the one who breaks our staring contest. “One sec. Let me find you a toothbrush.”
We take turns in Abbi’s frigid bathroom. Then we slide into her bed together one more time and pull up the comforter that we’d kicked off the bed during our sexcapades.
“Night, hot stuff,” I say from my side of the bed.
“Night, Westie,” she yawns.
And then I fall deeply asleep, before I can decide whether I actually like that silly name or not.
* * *
In the morning, I wake up to the sound of her alarm.
“What time is it?” I croak, my hand somehow curled against her hip. My nose at the back of her neck. This is so unusual for me. I haven’t woken up pressed against a woman in a really long time.
It’s nicer than I remember.
“Eight,” she whispers, her fingers trailing over my hand.
“You have somewhere you need to be?”
“No.”
“Good,” I grunt. Then I roll her, pulling her warm body onto my chest.
Ooh, a naked woman, Mr. Smooth says.
But for once I ignore him, and we sleep a while longer.
The next time I wake up, we’re cuddled together like we’ve been sharing a bed for years. I can tell she’s awake, so I run a hand down her arm. “Your skin is cold,” I whisper. “Is it always this cold in here?”
“Yes,” she says. “Although I didn’t notice it much last night.”
I chuckle and then kiss her shoulder. “Last night was epic.”
“Yes it was,” she agrees softly.
