Page 36 of Learning to Love

It doesn’t take long for Dalton to find a pace that drives us both half-crazy with lust. Our bodies move together as one, every nerve ending in my body aflame with desire for this man inside me. My orgasm spirals out from my core, and I writhe in ecstasy beneath him. My climax sets his off as he buries himself deep within me, and I feel his orgasm coating my insides.

He gently pulls out of me, and we both collapse down on the bed.

“Wow!” Dalton exclaims.

I turn onto my side, and our combined essences escape from within me.

“I have to agree. I’m glad I became a notch.”

He pulls me into his chest, and we both lie there staring at the ceiling.

“As I said, the only notch I ever want again.” Dalton smiles.

We fall silent, content and happy, for a few moments.

“I want you to know I’ve never had sex without wrapping my dick before. I don’t know why I didn’t with you. It just happened, and it shouldn’t have. I’ve not put you at risk of disease—I’m tested regularly and I’m clean, but I never asked if you’re on the pill, Elodie.”

“I am, and I’m equally to blame. I didn’t even think to say anything. We both got lost in the moment. But I like feeling you bare inside me. As we’re both clean, maybe we can continue that way.”

“Hell, yes!” Dalton exclaims and rolls over to face me. “Ready to do it again?”

Twenty

Dalton

Morning dawns on the day of the black-tie event. As I stir from a relaxing sleep, I feel Elodie’s warm body naked next to mine, and all I want to do is stay in bed with her. I can’t believe we’ve finally made love and how perfect it was. She’s facing away from me, and her pert bottom pushes back against my cock as she shifts in her sleep. I instantly go hard, despite taking her numerous times during the night.

Moving my hands down Elodie’s body, I part her thighs gently, and she moans softly. I stroke the length of her slit and discover her wet and ready for me already. My dick finds its way to her entrance and slowly pushes inside.

Elodie wakes with a long lustful moan as I fill her completely.

“Morning,” I whisper, pressing little kisses into her neck.

“Morning. This is a good wake up,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. I angle my hips so I can pull out of her before immediately thrusting back in.

Elodie turns her head over her shoulder, and I’m able to press a kiss to her lips.

We move together like this for a few moments. Neither of us desperate to chase a release. We just want to enjoy the feeling of being joined together again. Elodie shuts her eyes, and her lips part. She lets out little breaths of desire. I reach forward and locate her clit, her parted legs giving me easy access. I stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves in a circular pattern as I gradually increase the pace of my casual thrusting.

Elodie swiftly reaches orgasm, her body clamping down on my dick and massaging my own orgasm from my body.

“Can you wake me up that way every morning?” Elodie turns to face me after I pull out of her.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I’ll go and run you a bath. I suspect you’re aching after last night.”

“You could say that.” Elodie stretches her arms above her head.

I slide from the bed, and proudly walk naked to the bathroom where I start running a bath for her.

Elodie appears at the bathroom door, wrapped in a bedsheet. Her hair is a tangled mess, evidence of our sexual exploits.

“What time are the people coming to do my hair and makeup?” she asks, coming over to where I’m standing.

I pull her into my arms, content to hold her as close to me as possible for as long as I can.

“I think Hinchbootie said around midday.”

“Do you ever call him by his real name?” Elodie shakes her head.

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