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I cry out as he fucks me harder, somehow getting deeper.

“The way your tight fucking cunt stretches to take my cock.” The feel of his thumb tracing around my hole sends a shiverdown to my toes. “The way your back muscles bunch and the way you arch for me. The sweat painting your skin, the flush. You’re fucking beautiful, Whit.” With each word spoken, he slams into my ass harder, gritting his teeth as he continues. “I will never, ever stop reminding you how special you are, how in love with you I am, how lucky I am to be yours.”

It's too much. His words, his cock, the pleasure. It’s too much, and I can’t hold on for much longer.

“Connie, fuck!” I gasp, euphoria closing in on all my senses. “Oh, god! I need to come.” My eyes roll back the harder he fucks me. “Please! Can I touch myself? Please!”

Swiftly, he undoes the belt from around my wrists, freeing them. “Do it. Let me feel your ass strangle my cock as you come for me, kitten.”

I fumble, snaking my hand between the bed and myself, wrapping a tight fist around my aching length. The sound of Conrad’s hips slapping my ass fills the room, and I’m about to combust. All it takes is four pumps, and I’m a goner. Dropping my head forward, I cry out, my vision going black as I spill my release all over the bed.

“Fuckkkkk.”Letting out a guttural roar, Conrad tenses behind me before his cock throbs, emptying inside of me. As soon as he’s finished, he collapses on top of me as we both work on steadying our breaths.

Conrad circles my waist with his arms as I turn around, wrapping mine around his neck as I press my lips to his for a quick, sweet kiss. “I love you,” I murmur against his mouth, savoring this moment, but also relishing that it’s not the last. Knowing that we’ll get to have moments like this as often as we want from here on out.

“I love you, baby. Fuck, do I love you.”

34

Conrad Strauss

The hot water rains down the front of Whit as I finish washing the suds off his body. I got back from doing the morning chores about a half an hour ago, and he was awake and about to get in the shower when he invited me to join him.

“My turn,” he says with a grin that makes my chest squeeze as he pours body wash onto the loofah. Starting with my chest, he scrubs me with the utmost care, making sure to not miss a single inch. We’ve both been semi-hard since the minute we got in here, but so far, neither of us has done anything about it. I think our time for patience is fading.

The longer his hands are on my body, spreading the soap around, the more I want them to drop lower. Last night is still vivid in my mind, and a needy desperation for a repeat is overwhelming.

“I think you missed a spot,” I breathe, a smirk curling my lips as he peers up at me.

Whit’s soapy handfinallycomes between us as he wraps it around my stiff length. I grit my teeth, feeling the pleasure from the simple touch throughout my entire body. “You mean right here?”

Bringing my other hand to his dick, stroking him in time with how he’s jerking me, I murmur, “Yes, kitten, right there.”

I dip my head down, bringing my mouth to Whit’s, kissing him softly under the stream. My tongue slips past his lips, rolling along his, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Gratitude that I’m standing here in this shower with Whit.

Gratitude that after everything that happened between us, we were able to find our way back to each other.

Our kiss ends, but we don’t pull apart. Breathing each other in, we continue to pump one another in our hands. The feel of him and the sight of his eyes watching me is heady. It’s not long before he’s whimpering and tensing up.

“I’m close,” he breathes. “I want you to come with me, Connie.”

“I’m right there, too, kitten.”

My skin tingles, heat pooling low in my groin, and as I brush my lips against his once more, we both seem to let go at the same time. Swallowing Whit’s moans, we stroke each other through our orgasms, and the water is well on its way to cold by the time we finally pull apart and rinse off one last time.

Turning off the shower, we step out and take our sweet time getting dressed. Once we leave the bedroom, the smell of bacon invades my nostrils. “Nana’s finally home, I see,” I murmur as we descend the hall toward the kitchen. Last night after dinner, Shooter dropped her off at Roger’s, where she spent the night again.

“There you two are,” she calls out over her shoulder as we round the corner. “I was starting to think I would be eating all of this myself.”

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I tell her.

“Well, I was hungry, and I assume you two haven’t eaten yet.”

“You would be correct,” Whit chimes in, opening the fridge and grabbing out the creamer. “Did you have fun at your boyfriend’s last night?” he asks, a touch of teasing in his tone that makes me smile.

Nana scoffs. “Roger and I are just two people who happen to enjoy each other’s company.”

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