Page 48 of When We Burn

“Man, if you thought people in restaurants are grouchy, you’ve never had to take phone calls where they can’t see your face.”

“Basically, people are rude,” he reminds me, his hand still roaming over me.

“Yeah, they are. I’ve gotten better at dealing with them. My therapist helps. I love working with kids because most of them aren’t rude yet. Now, some of theparents are a different story, but I just keep communication lines open and try not to take too much personally.”

“Good. How are you feeling?”

“Better.” I scoot forward and then turn over, facing him, and straddle his lap. He’s already hard, and I nestle him in my cleft, making his eyes narrow as his hands find my hips and his fingertips dig in, as if he just can’t help himself. “A lot better, actually.”

“We’re not doing this right now, sweetheart.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Why not? Feels like we are.”

“Because you’re hurting.”

“I promise, I’m feeling alotbetter.” I rock, and he slips through me, and it feels like heaven. “We can take it easy, right?”

“Whenever I’m near you like this, I don’t think about taking it easy.” His breathing has sped up, and he licks his lips. “All I can think about is fucking you into next week.”

“And that’s lovely.” His lips twitch at that, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I raise up high enough that I can take him inside of me, and we both groan as I lower onto him. “But this is good, too.”

“You set the pace,” he says against my lips. “Go easy. I don’t want you hurting more, and I mean it.”

I brush my nose over his and sigh as I move, rocking a little harder, making the water slosh.

“Feels really good,” I say softly, loving the intimacy of the steam around us, his face just inches from mine, being held in his arms while I rock against him.

“What does, baby?”

“You.”

He raises an eyebrow, and I know he wants the dirty words. I’ve always shied away from swearing, but when I’m with him, like this, and I know how much it turns him on, I find myself wanting to say something filthy out loud.

“Use your words.”

“Your dick,” I whisper against his lips, “feels amazing in my…pussy.”

That last word is hardly audible at all, and I feel so naughty for saying it out loud, but his hands are on me, and his face is full of longing and lust, and I love that my few words can turn him on so much.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he says as I begin to squeeze him harder. “Ah, fuck, baby. I won’t last.”

I’m holding on to the back of his neck and head, and although I’m not rocking any harder or faster, my muscles clench, and I’m going to go over with him.

“Bridge.” His name is a prayer on my lips, and then I’m falling over the cliff into bliss. He calls out, both hands holding my bottom, as he succumbs to his own climax, and then I rest against him as we catch our breath. “At least we’re already in the bath this time.”

He chuckles, and I feel it vibrate in my cheek.

“I love that you’ve gotten sassy.”

Four days later, I wonder if it was all a dream.

“Why do you look like you’re pouting?” Alex, my twin sister, asks as she scoops a heaping pile of garden salad onto her plate, then does the same to mine.

“I’m not pouting.”

Alex pours the dressing on, then licks her finger, sizing me up. “You are. What’s wrong? Come on, let’s eat these delicious salads and talk it out. Tell sissy everything.”

We carry our dinners and drinks into her living room. I sit on the floor with my back against the couch so I can use the coffee table, and she sits in a chair.

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