Page 380 of Breaking the Rules
My tip strains against her.
Then it's one inch at a time.
Fuck, she feels good.
It's so fucking right, her skin against mine, nothing between us.
I thank the genius who invented the IUD.
Then I let my conscious thoughts fade.
I bury myself in Emma.
She pulls me closer.
I drive deeper.
We move together until she's groaning my name.
Then she flips over. Grabs her vibrator—the one I bought her for her birthday, the first birthday of hers we shared—off the bedside table.
She brings it to her clit as she arches her back to beckon me.
I bring my hands to her hips. Hold her in place as I drive into her.
She turns her head back to stare into my eyes.
Then she's kissing me.
And I'm kissing back.
And the world is a perfect blur of her groan and her lips and her soft, slick cunt.
Fuck, the way that toy buzzes—
She comes again and again.
I rock her through every orgasm.
Until I'm there.
And we're groaning together, breathing together, coming together.
I wait until I've spilled every drop, then I collapse behind her, pull her body into mine.
Take her sex toy.
Bring it to her clit.
Make her come again.
I make her come until she's dizzy.
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After,we shower together.
She helps me soap and shampoo.
