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“More?” he asks. My body begins to heat again at that one simple word.

“Yes,” I say shakily. How do I want more? My head tells me to climb on him and ride like there’s no tomorrow. My heart tells me to never let him go. Drawing on what little strength I have left, I swing my legs around until I’m straddling him on the edge of the bed.

“Take what you want,” he says.

So I do. I slide my aching cunt onto his hard cock. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he leans back on his hands and thrusts his hips up. I test how far I can rock up without losing him. Then I ride back down, relishing in the fullness.

My eyes feast on every part of him. The way the muscles bulge in his neck. How his eyes glaze over like a sea in a storm. Then I watch as we come together, sealing our fates.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

“Yes, several times,” I agree.

His gaze stares back into mine. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Would the world end if I told him I was in love with him? He doesn’t move, so neither do I. We sit, just looking at each other, until he finally softens. Now we just have to figure out where we go from here.

sixteen

PETER

I’ve been planningthis since I was old enough to dream about fucking Geneva. She’s dated acrobats and artists, both more creative than I am. It’s why I’ve traveled across the United States with toys in my duffel. If I can’t be bendy or broody, I can at least be domineering.

The sexual pleasure-enhancing oil was just an added bonus I picked up on one of my business trips. Amazing what those folks in California can do with a few simple ingredients.

Geneva sits on my lap, staring at me. Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. Those green eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion. I didn’t think I rode her that hard. It was just an introduction to everything I have planned for her body. Hopefully, I didn’t mess her hair into a knot. I know how hard it is to brush the tangles out.

She lets out a sigh and slumps against my chest. Her soft curves press against me. Just the thought of her perky, nude breast has me half-hard again. My hand strokes up her back.

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get that stuff washed off you. Neither one of us wants to be found dead in this room tomorrow from a sex heart attack.” She moans, so I stand with her in my arms.

I leave the lights off in the bathroom so she doesn’t have to blink at the brightness. Turning on the water, I wait for it to heat before stepping into the shower.

“I’m going to have wet hair to sleep on,” she says.

“Then put it up while I hold you out of the water.”

She pulls her hair on top of her head. Wrapping it around into a knot, she secures it with the band she wears on her wrist. I’ve watched her put her hair up a thousand times. It never gets old. I’m mystified every time by how she keeps it up there.

“Maybe, before we wash off whatever that devil oil is you used,” she says. Her eyes open, and she spears me with a mischievous gaze. “We could get one more ride in.” She wiggles in my arms until she’d lined up to my already hard cock. Slowly, she slides down until I’m encased by her warmth. “How does that still feel so good?” she moans.

“It’s us, Geneva,” I say, sliding my hands under her ass. “We were always going to feel this good.”

“I guess this answers the sexual compatibility question.”

“Let’s hold off on that until we run a few more tests,” I suggest.

She laughs, and my cock jerks. I won’t last long this time since I slipped the cock ring off a second ago. If you think I could have lasted through sheer willpower the first time she came, you’re insane.

The one now sitting on the soap dish at my elbow I had custom-made. It’s made of brass and has her name on it. I figure if I have to wear a collar, it might as well be one I picked out.

“Peter,” she screams before clinching around me hard enough to pull me along with her. My hand slaps the shower wall to steady us. Spots flash in my eyes as lava burns up my spine. I don’t understand how I can keep coming this hard. Slowly, I set her on her feet. I can’t be relied on to keep us both standing after that.

“So, I know I said one more,” she pants. I’ve created a monster. I just hope I remain her victim of choice.

* * *

She holds me to two more before I’m finally allowed to turn off the shower. At this point, I can barely see straight. My cock has given up on me, and Geneva is asleep before she even crawls in bed. We agreed that pajamas were too much trouble. It’s why I find her sweet, naked body curled around mine the next morning.

“Are you ready for some shopping?” I ask.

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