Page 135 of Sparking Sara

“Sweetheart, you’re never awkward or jiggly. You’re perfect.”

I think about the limp I still have and then I reach up and run a finger across the scar on my neck, grateful that I have a man who accepts me with all my faults.

I remove his pants and then quickly set my phone up against the mirror on the dresser, not really caring all that much if the bed is perfectly centered in the frame. Then I step off to the side, purposefully taking myself out of the picture as I remove my clothing in a dreadful attempt at a strip-tease.

I’m all too aware that in a minute, I’ll be part of the recording. Denver, on the other hand, looks like he forgets all about it as soon as my top hits the floor. His thick penis stands at full attention as if it’s watching me with eyes of its own.

Once I’m completely naked, and thoroughly embarrassed, I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. His hands cup my breasts as his erection dances beneath me. He tries to sit up, but I gently push him back. “Lie down, firefighter—this one’s on me.”

I lean over him, putting one of my breasts to his lips. He takes my nipple into his mouth and I moan at the sensation. He grabs my hips and moves me back and forth, causing more delicious friction between us. He works his fingers underneath me, toying with my clit. Then he slips a finger inside me.

“God, Sara. You are so wet.”

His sexy words have me reeling. I can’t wait another minute to feel him inside me. I hastily grab a condom from the nightstand and put it on him, thinking I do it so expertly I’ve probably done it before, but never any time that I can recall. I momentarily get distracted by a past I can’t remember. But then I focus on Denver and know none of that matters.

As I sink down onto him, his eyes lock with mine. We move together in perfect symphony, making love to each other with our eyes as well as our bodies. We don’t need words to express how we feel about each other. We never have.

When I feel myself getting close, I sit up and ride him faster, needing that little something extra to push me over. Denver knows what I need. He puts a finger on my clit, circling it around and around until my insides coil tightly and I spasm around him.

“Sara … unnnnngh,” he murmurs as he explodes inside me.

I still myself on him as we finish our orgasms in tandem. Then I collapse down onto his chest, only now remembering his injury. I look up and carefully touch his head. “Are you okay?”

“You’re here.” He brushes a sweaty piece of hair from my forehead. “I’m more than okay when I’m with you,” he says. “In fact, I’ve never been better.”

I breathe a sigh of relief even though I know that’s not true.

He frames my face with his hands, running his thumbs along my lips. “Move in with me,” he says.

I cock my head to the side. “I already live with you—kind of.”

“Move in with me permanently. Let’s get a place together.”

“Is that the head injury talking?” I say jokingly. “Are you even going to remember this conversation tomorrow?”

He nods to the dresser. “If I don’t, you can show me the proof.”

I quickly sit up and cover my face with my hands. I had all but forgotten about the video as soon as I climbed into bed and saw the way he was looking at me. “Oh, God. I can’t believe we did that.”

I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.

“What do you say, Sara?” he calls out after me. “Will you move in with me?”

I turn around to see him holding my phone, pointing it in my direction. I quickly hide my nakedness behind the bathroom door. Then I peek my head out. “Only if you delete that video,” I say, knowing I’d have said yes, anyway.

“Done,” he says, getting back into bed. “Right after I watch it.”

When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s looking at my phone, disappointed. “Damn,” he says. “You can’t even see anything.”

I turn off the lights and join him in bed. He hands me the phone and I replay the video, watching intently. The recording only captured the headboard along with our faces. You can’t even see my breast when he was fondling me with his mouth because his hand is covering me from the side.

But I realize this is the most precious video we ever could have taken. Because what you do see is pure adoration. Our love for each other bleeds from the screen.

“That’s not true,” I say, tears filling my eyes as I watch the way he looks at me in the video. “You can seeeverything.”

“Girls,” he mumbles as he kisses my cheek and turns over on his pillow.

It doesn’t take Denver long to fall asleep. The doctor told us he would sleep a lot the first few days.

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