Page 96 of The Grief We Hold

“You gonna come again?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “I want to feel you come in me.”

Your fucking wish is my command.

I grip her ass cheeks, holding her wide, and it takes five more thrusts before an orgasm hammers down my spine. My balls tighten, my cock aches, and I swear I see fucking stars as I do as she asks.

“Are you feeling this like I am, Blue?” I grunt.

I lose all shape and form, sinking into the bed as my legs shake.

And when it’s over, I tug her up my body to my lips. Fuck knows what happens to the condom as I slip out of her, but I just need her lips on mine to ground us both.

“The things you make me feel,” she whispers. “You did so good.”

Those words of praise stir something in my chest impossible to name. Never knew those kinds of words from the right woman could feel that good.

We lie there, together, and catch our breath like survivors of a shipwreck making landfall. Her head is buried in the pillow by my neck, and her hair is stuck between us.

“I want all of this with you, Raven,” I say suddenly. “I promise I’ll try to be a good man for you. I’m equally sure I’m gonna fuck it up at times, and you’ll get mad at me. But I’ll never cheat on you or shame you or leave you unprotected and without.”

Raven lifts her head, and I can’t get over that I might get forever with someone like her. “I want that too. And I promise I’ll try to be good for you. I’ll also probably mess it up because if another of those club girls puts her hands on you, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

I grin. “I’d like to see that. Wriggle off me, Blue, but stay there.”

Thankfully, the condom stayed in place, and I rip it off once she’s moved. I deal with it and come around to her side of the bed to pick her up.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up.”

When I get to the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the shower. When the water is warm enough, I take her hand and lead her beneath the spray.

Water flows between her breasts as I peel off the last few bits of wax, leaving behind little pale pink circles on her chest. “Did you like the wax?”

Raven’s cheeks go pink, and she looks at the floor. “Sure.”

I place a finger beneath her chin. “Blue, you can’t get shy on me after everything we just did.”

“Can we just shower and go to bed?” she asks.

I grab the shampoo off the shelf and turn us both around so I’m beneath the spray and she’s out of it so I can wash her hair. “No. I want to talk about what we do. It’s like a contact high, talking about something that felt so good. I need to know if you feel the same way about it as I do. And we owe it to each other to be honest if there was something we did that we didn’t enjoy.”

I soap up her hair and begin to massage her scalp.

“Can you go first then?” she asks. “Didyoulike the wax?”

“I like to pride myself on not being a five-pump wonder. But I was so riled up after watching the way you trusted me to pour it on you, the way it looked on your chest, that it took me less than a minute to come. I think I’d like to spend a lazy afternoon with different colored candles, turning you into a masterpiece. Then I’d like you to suck my cock until I’m close to coming, and then I’ll unload all over your tits.”

Raven turns around, her mouth open. “You were very specific with that visual.”

I chuckle. “Just telling you my thoughts on the very hot experience we had and letting you know I want more. Your turn.”

She turns away from me again, and I continue to soap her hair. “The wax was unexpectedly incredible. Sex with you is so overwhelming that I don’t have time to worry about whether I’m doing it right. I was so into it that I forgot my son was just down the hall. And while it’s going to be hard to have long, lazy Sundays to ourselves with a five-year-old around, I look forward to being your canvas.”

I switch our places again so she can rinse, but I turn her to face me. “Next time I ask, I want you to look at me when you answer.”

The bubbles from her hair sluice over her body as she lifts her eyes to mine. “Next time, I think I might just be brave enough to.”

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