Page 101 of Bae

“Rim…”

“Stay.”

I surged back in. Pure instinct took over. I reined it in, moving slow at first. This was a feeling neither of us had known for a long time. It was new again, so I tried to prolong it.

I kept it slow, painfully so. I made love to her with my body and my heart. Eventually, our unhurried pace just wasn’t enough.

Eventually, we both needed more.

With all my weight on my hands, I pumped into her, hard and fast. Her hands gripped my biceps as her hips surged up to meet mine with every plunge.

I knew when she was close because her hips tilted down and her movements quickened. I let her have control as she basically speared herself on my cock, over and over.

My name fell from her lips when her body tightened and convulsed. No longer able to thrust against me, I moved my hips, making sure to hit the sweet spot I already knew by heart.

The little sounds of pleasure she made were like music to my ears, and within seconds, my own release started to work its way up my shaft and threaten to coat her insides.

I started to pull back, but she grabbed me.

“Stay.”

I fell onto my elbows, my face pressed into her neck. My dick pumped deep inside her, spilling out warm seed and making me mutter incoherent words.

Rimmel rocked gently against me as I came down. Aftershocks rippled through me, and a feeling of satisfaction I hadn’t known for so long kidnapped my limbs.

Leaving myself inside her, I used the last of my strength to roll us over so she was draped over me and I accepted all her weight.

Neither of us moved. I stayed inside her, even after I’d gone soft. Her head stayed pillowed on the center of my chest, and I stroked her back with languid caresses.

Eventually, she shivered.

I realized we hadn’t made it beneath the blankets.

She weighed practically nothing when I lifted her off. “Please don’t go,” she murmured.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I yanked the blankets back and slid beneath, guiding her to do the same. Our bodies spooned together, and she sighed a contented sigh.

“Darcy, Ralph!” I called, making sure I had a good hold of my girl.

The mattress rocked when both dogs leapt up onto our king-size bed. One settled on the other side of Rim by her knees, the other at her feet.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered into the night.

She was right.

Rimmel

Murphy was on the counter when I stepped into the kitchen. The second he saw me, his purr tripled in intensity.

“Murphy the lawnmower,” I sang on my way past and stopped to scratch behind his ears. He only put up with it for so long before giving me a loud, “Yowwl,” because he was tired of waiting for his treats.

Behind me, Darcy and Ralph were clambering through the living room. The sound of something being knocked over had me wincing as I was pulling out the cat snacks.

I didn’t bother looking. I probably didn’t want to know anyway.

Murphy was watching me intently when I crossed to him and put two small, soft treats in the palm of my hand and held them out.

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