Page 79 of Spike

“Can you just takeover, please?”

“I don’t want tohurt you, honey.”

“I’m okay, Spike.I just want this over.”

“Romantic.”

“That’s not what Imean—oh!” I breathed out when he buried himself deep.

He slid his handbetween us again, fingering my clit before starting to move. He rocked slowlyat first, then faster and faster, harder and harder, all the while, continuingto work my clit with his fingers.

Rolling me onto myback, he was able to bury himself deeper and harder, and I could feel an orgasmbuilding. There was no pain, no discomfort, just ecstasy, and I wrapped my legsover his hips, lifting my body to match his motion, until I could no longerhold back my climax.

“I can’t wait,honey.”

“Go, baby,” heordered, and my walls contracted around him just as his cock pulsed inside ofme.

He rolled us backonto our sides, pulling gently out of me and heading into my bathroom. “Don’tmove, Trixie,” he called out.

Like I could if Itried.

I heard waterrunning and then he returned with a warm washcloth, placing it gently betweenmy legs. It helped ease the sting and I sighed with relief. Spike stretched outbeside me. “When you feel up to it, you need to pee. It’ll help you not get aUTI.”

“A UTI?” I asked.

He pulled me overhis chest. “Urinary tract infection.”

“I know what a UTIis, honey, but why do I need to pee?”

“Because you areat a higher risk of getting one after sex.”

I sat up slightly.“That’s a thing?”

“Apparently.” Heslid his hand to my bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll draw you a warmbath which’ll help with the soreness.”

“But I’m notsore.”

“You might be,” hecountered. “I’m not taking any chances, so you’re going to take a bath, drinksome wine, and you’re gonna rest. We can maybe watch a movie if you want, thenwe’ll go from there.”

“Are you alwaysthis bossy? Did I miss how bossy you were, or did I block it out because I’vebeen in a fugue state, enamored by your eyes?” I sassed. “I’m fine. My vaginais perfectly fine, and since I’m the person attached to said vagina, I’m prettysure I can take care of it without any advice from Dr. Spike, juniorgynecologist.”

He dropped hishead back and laughed. “Okay, baby, I hear ya.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed megently. “Now, how hot do you want your bath and do you want red or white wine?”

I rolled onto myback with a groan. “Jesse?”

“Right here,baby.”

“Oh, never mind.”

“Good choice.” Hesat up and slid off the bed. “Which wine?”

“Red, please. Andpopcorn. I want popcorn, extra butter, extra salt.”

He chuckled. “Yourwish is my command.”

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