Page 88 of Flame
The buildup begins again.
I tighten my muscles around him and am rewarded with a moan. I do this over and over, clenching down on him until he begins to shake.
He slams into me harder.
I yelp louder.
He grunts deeper.
I shake more uncontrollably.
“I’m going to come, Foxx,” I say, the words broken by a shiver.
“Come on my cock.”
It takes two more thrusts before I fall apart around him. I begin to fall forward. Foxx holds me in place, driving into me and rolling his hips.
I can feel his cock pulsing into me, spilling his seed into the condom.
I shudder, and my teeth begin to chatter. I shake uncontrollably as the last waves of the orgasm break over me.
Finally, just as my arms are about to give out, Foxx slides out of me. Then he helps me to settle against the mattress softly.
I’m aware that he has moved away from me. I hear the rattling of plastic and something dropping into a trash bin. Shortly after, he crawls onto the bed and lies next to me. He brushes a lock of hair out of my face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes full of concern.
“Never been better.”
His body falls with relief.
I smile at him. “I’m not used to this, so I’ll need a minute to recuperate.”
“What do you mean you’re not used to this?”
“Well, I haven’t had sex in a couple of months,” I say. “And then it was just a couple of times with my neighbor.”
His eyes darken. “It’s not a good idea to talk to your husband about who you last fucked.”
“Why? You didn’t want me.”
He rolls over and pulls me next to him. “It was never a matter of me not wanting you, Bianca. It was a matter of it not being the responsible decision.”
“And marrying me is responsible?”
“It certainly solved a lot of problems.”
I smile against his side. “That it did.” I pause. “But what if it creates more problems in the end?”
He moves until he’s fully on his side with his top arm draped around me. I’m cocooned against him.
“Want to get cleaned up, and then we can get some food?” he asks, yawning.
I want to call him out for not answering my question but think twice about it. Maybe it’s better if we don’t talk about it. Maybe we should enjoy this while we have it.
“I’ll run the bath. Can you see if any menus are lying around?” I ask.
He kisses my forehead. “Deal.”
