Page 87 of Married with Mayhem

“Oh my god,” she moans and bucks her hips, riding my hand.

“You’re so perfect,” I tell her while my fingers do the work of coaxing a second orgasm. “You’re my fucking dream. I can’t wait to find out how well you take my cock.”

“Monte.” She gasps out my name and her tight pussy clenches around my fingers.

“Shhh, let it happen and ride it out. That’s right. You’ve got this. My beautiful girl. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” She can hardly choke out the syllable. She’s too busy falling apart.

My dick is starting to perk up and expect more good times but he’ll have to wait. This is for her.

“You did so amazing.” I kiss her slowly and wait for the last of her tremors to fade before I slip my wet fingers out. “Complete perfection.”

I sure as hell don’t want to stop. But I’m sticking to my original plan to take it slow with her. Since I’ll never pull this off if I remain on top of her body, I roll away and yank my shorts up.

Sabrina is still catching her breath. She hasn’t said anything and she hasn’t moved.

Fuck, what I would give to see her right now, flushed and sweaty and trembling after I just rocked her world. Wait until she realizes this is just the beginning. Together, we’ll do it all.

Lying on my side, I lean on one elbow and try to gauge her mood. Before I can reach for her hand, she sits up very suddenly.

“I’ll be right back,” she blurts and scampers out of bed.

From the sound of it, she’s rooting around in her suitcase. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s probably looking for some new panties after what I did to her current pair. The memory of defiling Sabrina’s panties will stick with me until my dying day.

She dashes into the bathroom. My chuckle of victory is the only sound in the darkness.

Soon enough, the bathroom door creaks open and she quietly tiptoes back to bed. She’s kneeling on the mattress and I can feel her looking at me.

“Are you awake?” she whispers.

“You were only gone for ninety seconds,” I whisper back.

“Oh.” She settles down on the mound of pillows and pulls the covers up.

“Hey.” I reach out and brush my fingers over her arm. “Can I have a kiss good night?”

“Sure,” she replies, sounding happy and maybe a little relieved that I’m not expecting more.

We didn’t have sex, not in the strict sense. But I understand that what we just did is a really big deal. To her. And to me.

“Come here.” I pull her close and gently turn her face toward me.

The kiss I give her isn’t quick and I steal another taste of her tongue. But then I tuck the blankets around her and pull away.

Sometime later, I’m dozing off on my side of the bed when I hear the timidly murmured words, “Thank you.”

I doubt she even meant for me to hear her but I’m dumbfounded. Thunderstruck. She’sthankingme for touching her?

No. That’s not what she meant at all. Sabrina is drop dead gorgeous and could have any man she wants. She’s thanking me for treating her with gentle patience and respect, for making her feel desirable.

My chest gets so tight it’s as if my lungs are being stepped on.

This girl, I swear.

I don’t even know how to put into words what she does to me. And I was being honest when I said that I wouldn’t change a thing about her.

Not a damn thing.

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