Page 38 of Anchored Love
“You’re adorable. In your pigtails throwing a tantrum.” I grinned wider. “Are you on the pill?”
“An IUD.”
“I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone in over six months. What about you?”
“I’m good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm ... now get over here and finish what you started.”
“So bossy.” I loomed over her, lining my throbbing cock up with her pulsing pussy. The moment I slid inside her I had to stop and catch my breath. Everly was the first woman I’d ever gone gloveless with, but she wasn’t just any woman. Safe sex had not only been drilled in my head growing up—it was a damn religion. I never wanted to chance knocking up someone I wasn’t serious about.
Her warmth wrapped around me, and a shudder rippled through my body. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not with how damn good she felt. I didn’t want to admit it then, but the woman felt like forever, like home.
Everly’s eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew she was done for. Body tensing beneath me, she let out a moan, riding the wave of pleasure. I followed behind her, pulling out to slap the head of my cock against her stomach. I came so damn hard my toes curled. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, I grabbed one of my t-shirts off the floor and wiped her belly off.
Collapsing next to her, I held Ev in my arms, catching my breath. I kissed her forehead and traced lazy circles along her side. I didn’t want to fall asleep. I knew when tomorrow came I’d have to give this up. I’d have to let her go if that was what she wanted. I asked her to give me these last few days, and she never made a promise of anything more. Neither did I.
Breathing out, she found sleep easily enough. I waited until I knew I wouldn’t wake her and grabbed a shower. My head was all over the damn place. But I didn’t have regrets.
We had bras, booze, and the ship.
It’d have to be enough.
