Page 75 of Books and Hookups

“Okay.” She turned her back to me. Her hair was still clipped up, and I brushed a few stray curls out of the way. Then I grasped the zipper and tugged it down, following the curve of her spine, all the way to the top of her ass. I pushed the dress off her shoulders, then bent to pick it up off the floor as she carefully stepped out. She kept her back to me as I lay her dress on the dresser. “Unhook my bra?”

I did, my fingers trembling. She pulled it off from the front and tossed it on top of her dress. “One more thing,” I said. Gently, I pinched the clip in her hair to release it. I used my fingers to disentangle it from her curls, trying not to pull any strands. I set it on top of her bra.

She reached up to tousle her hair, groaning in pleasure. Then she turned to face me.

Her tits were heavier than the last time I’d seen them, and her tan nipples had darkened to a rosy brown. I’d seen the bottom of her abdomen before when I flipped up her skirt, but now I saw all of her. The baby sat low, giving her a pear shape.

She was indescribably gorgeous.

One of my hands was already reaching toward her. “Can I?—”

“Blanket permission, remember?” she said.

I started with a brush of my hand on the side of her breast and worked my way forward. I licked her nipple first, then smoothed my thumb across the peak. She pressed closer. I repeated the action with her other breast, gazing into her eyes as my thumbs circled her pointed nipples. I caught the scent of her arousal and licked my lips.

A sly spark lit her eyes as she reached down and grasped my dick. It was already leaking, and her thumb slipped across the head, making me shiver. “Let’s lie down,” she said.

“What’s comfortable?” I asked as she sat on the bed and scooted toward the middle.

“I’m not supposed to lie on my stomach, and my back hurts if I lie on it for too long. Maybe doggy style?”

No way was I going to look at her ass, delectable as it was, while I fucked her. Not while this felt more like making love than fucking, no matter what I’d said. “Try on your side? I have an idea.”

“A dirty idea, I hope,” she said, smirking.

“Sex isn’t dirty,” I said, kneeling on the bed. “It’s natural and beautiful, especially with someone you lo—care about.” I cleared my throat.Condom.I leaned over to pull out the bedside table drawer.

Her fingers wrapped around my wrist. “It’s not like I can get more pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

I swallowed. “Neither have I. You’re sure?” I’d never been bare with anyone before.

“Yeah.” She licked her lips.

I planted my hands on the mattress to hide their tremble and sat back on my heels. “Lift your top leg.”

She did, and I straddled her bottom leg, scooting up to her thigh. I rested her raised leg on my shoulder. “This okay?”

“Yeah.”

I took a second to admire the contrast of her dark hair against the white pillowcase and the smooth curve of her flushed cheek. I kissed her ankle, then ran my hand down the inside of her thigh to her center. I swiped across her lips. They were slick and swollen, ready for me. Grabbing my aching dick, I rubbed it across her. She hummed, her eyelids drooping.

Mindful that she hadn’t had partnered sex in a while and things might feel different, I pushed inside her slowly. She moaned as I filled her, and so did I. It was so good—the squeeze of her around me, the friction, the warm wetness. I wanted to stay like that for hours, or the rest of my life.

But then she contracted around me, and I gripped her leg like a rudder, like it was the only thing keeping me from going off after less than ten seconds inside her.

“My clit, Danny,” she said.

The fog cleared a little. “Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “Rub my clit. I’m so close.”

I swiped my thumb where we were connected to gather her wetness, then I set it on her clit, strumming gently as I pulled back and thrust forward.

She gave an incoherent moan, so I kept doing it. When the sensations around my dick got to be too much, the best kind of pain from holding myself back, I rested my forehead against her leg and breathed in the scent of her skin. Feeling her muscles tense against my chest, I thrummed her faster.

Letting out a choked cry, she stiffened, and I let myself go. I thrust into her once, twice, then relief and pleasure flooded me. I was shaking, and my lips trembled as I brushed a lingering kiss against her ankle. “Christ, I…”

“I know, honey,” she said, laying her hand on my chest.

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