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“Did you like it?” she asked.
“I loved everything about it, except that you didn’t come. What were you doing coaxing me to come inside you when you weren’t ready yet? Do you know what it does to a man to hear the woman he lusts for begging him to fill her with his seed?”
“Don’t pressure me.”
“Huh?”
“I’m feeling proud that I enjoyed having sex. You expected me to have an orgasm. I told you to be patient.”
“Babe, listen.” I turned and looked into her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t come. It was me. I should have waited for you to get there, but I lost control.”
River stretched. “Then, it’s a good thing that we have years to practice.”
Her words, combined with my post-orgasmic state, made me feel like I was flying. “I think I’m dreaming this whole thing.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s too good to be true.”
“Aww.” River yawned. “You say the sweetest things.”
I pulled off the condom and tied a knot on it before finding a box of baby wipes.
“You want one?”
Taking one, River asked, “Why do you have baby wipes?”
I chuckled low and cleaned myself. “I’ll leave you to figure that out.
“Oh, I see. I can’t believe you’ve masturbated to my videos.”
I fell asleep with River in my arms and a contented smile on my face.
