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As turned on as I am, I don’t last long and slip my fingers down to rub her hard clit as she continues to rock over me, ensuring that she gets off, too.

Her bathroom is like the rest of her apartment, small and efficient and the same holds true for her shower. It doesn’t matter to me that I bang my elbows and that the stream of water hits me mid-chest. All that I care about is that I’m here with Winnie as we scrub off the evidence of our midday romp.

I toss on my same clothes, a pair of slacks and a long-sleeved shirt as I was originally planning to head into work after visiting Elliot, while Winnie puts on another of her whimsical dresses. This one reminds me of a wedding cake, full of fluffy layers and lace, and making her look utterly adorable and delicious.

Sadly, I only had one pill on me, and my cock is now soft and spent.

We go out for a late lunch and when we return to her apartment, she suggests a movie and as I’m not ready to part with her yet, I settle down on the couch and try not to worry about what will happen if she wants another round in the bedroom.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WINNIE

Looking up at Reed, contentment fills me. He didn’t hold my childish running away earlier against me and I don’t hold his snappish mood against him. We’re both human and allowed to not be perfect.

I was doing him a disservice constantly thinking of him as perfect before and he even tried to tell me that yesterday at the beach.

Now I understand how wrong that thinking was and that I was setting us both up for disappointment. While I’m not thrilled about how everything went down in the parking lot, I’m glad we’re moving past it.

And I’m more than glad he’s here with me now. I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a lazy Friday than making love, enjoying a tasty lunch at the sub shop down the road from my apartment, and now being here snuggled up on the couch with him.

My gaze settles on his crotch, and I teasingly run my fingers along his firm thigh, working my way closer and closer to the thick budge at the apex of his legs.

A naughty thought pops into my head. He’s constantly going down on and pleasuring me; I should return the favor. I don’t have a ton of experience doing that, but I want to put my mouth on him and lick and kiss his dick and bring him the same pleasure that he gives me.

I drop my hand to the warm triangle of fabric and slowly rub my hand along him, feeling his soft dick and running my thumb along the defined ridge of his tip.

I feel as well as hear the breath he sucks in. Then his hand covers mine and tugs it away. “Winnie, what are you doing?”

Tossing my head to get the hair off my face, I grin. “What do you think I’m doing?” I move from around him and lower to the floor at his feet, walking on my knees to the space in between his legs. I nudge at his thighs to get him to spread them wider and then lean over and blow against his covered crotch. “You’re always tasting me, Reed. Now I want to taste you.”

Emotions flicker over his face and in the end he doesn’t look as happy as I thought he would be, even as he spreads his legs wider, giving me access to his zipper.

Trying to be confident and sexy, I hold his gaze as I undo his pants and lower the zipper, reaching inside to draw his soft cock out of his boxers. Grasping it in my hand, I run my tongue along the fat tip, getting a feel for the texture and taste of his skin.

His clean smell fills my scents as I suck the head of his dick into my mouth. Moaning, his fingers slip into my hair, running along my scalp as I draw more of him between my lips. He’s still rather soft though he’s firming up.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck on him and tease my tongue down along his thick shaft to the springy hairs at his base. I squeeze and stroke him as I lick and suck. He’s still not fully hard.

“What can I do differently?” I ask, staring up at him. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Deep blue eyes stare into mine, as something like pain flashes in them. “Nothing,” he says with a harsh exhale. “You’re doing nothing wrong, Winnie. Your mouth feels amazing. You are amazing.”

My doubting gaze drops to his cock, which is barely half-erect in my hand. “Then what is it?”

Sighing, Reed runs his fingers through my hair before dropping his hands into his lap and gently taking his cock from me and tucking it back into his pants.

“Reed?”

“Winnie, come up here, please.” He pats the space on the couch next to him.

Rubbing the excess moisture off my lips, I get to my feet and sit down, worry throbbing through me.

The serious and sad look on his face isn’t helping.

“It’s me, Winnie.” He gestures to his crotch where his pants still lay flayed open, showing the black of his boxers and the soft bulge of his dick within them. “I’m the problem. It’s nothing you’re doing or have done. I have erectile dysfunction.”

“Erectile Dysfunction? But we’ve had sex.” It sounds silly to say that, but it’s true.

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