Page 25 of The Moment We Know

It happened faster than she thought possible and hit with a force usually only achieved with porn and a vibrator. Crashing waves of pleasure radiated from her clit in all directions like an electrical current running down her legs and up her spine. Every inch of skin tingled and tightened, while her entire body tensed, as if to keep the pleasure trapped inside.

The orgasm seemed to last longer than normal as well, and as Paige slowly came down, she realized several things:

Her right hand was clutching the back of David’s neck in a death grip.

Her left hand was locked on his left hand which was squeezing a breast in a death grip.

She was grinding her ass against his dick while he reciprocated with shallow thrusts from underneath her.

This was the best bath she’d ever had, bar none.

“Oh, my God.” Paige released a long, drawn-out sigh from the back of her throat as the overwhelming rawness of the moment hit her, flooding her eyes with tears.

Her orgasm had been intense, and it had been easy.

David cupped a cheek with a wet hand and turned her to face him. “Are you okay?” he asked, seeing her bright eyes. “You still with me?”

She nodded. “That was …”

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, his voice a little rough.

He kissed her, this time with more tenderness than passion, and in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that the fingers resting against her cheek had been up close and personal with her pussy just seconds before. Paige thought that probably would’ve been off-putting to most people, but she found it oddly … not.

Just as she was settling in to enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss, David shifted underneath her. “Not to kill the mood or anything, but we should probably get out soon.”

“That actually did kill the mood,” she scolded him.

“Sorry,” he said, before adding dryly, “I just figured you might not want to be soaking in bath water that I came in.”

“You came?”

“I came before you did, actually. Your ass was riding my cock into oblivion, so yeah, that happened.”

His revelation pleased her immensely, and Paige was smiling as he helped her out of the tub. She was still smiling as they dried off, but when he reached for his clothes, she stopped him. “Would you like to stay the night?”

Her invitation hung in the air like the mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb. Almost instantly, she regretted extending it when he blinked at her in surprise. What was she doing? People that were fake dating and basically just fucking around didn’t spend the night together, did they? No, they didn’t.

“I’m sorry, that was—”

“Yes, I’d like to stay.”

It was her turn to blink at him. “Really?”

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