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Only then did I slide deep inside her.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her pussy clenched around my cock.
I knew there would be no dragging it out, making it last. I was just as desperate as she was as she cried out against the bedding.
I fucked her hard and fast, holding her in place by her shirt.
It wasn’t long before she was slamming back into me as her moans grew deeper.
“There you go,” I murmured as she tightened hard around me. Her breath caught, then released on a groan as she came, her pussy clenching around me over and over, taking me along with her.
We both collapsed afterward—Este falling forward, me dropping down beside her.
I came back to myself slowly, but the general feeling of pleasure seemed rooted in all my nerve endings as I reached for Este.
I rolled her onto her back, then leaned over her to press my lips to hers. We kissed deep and long until I slowly drew away.
“I was starting to think I needed to ask for some meditation tips,” she said, looking up at me with soft, unfocused eyes. “I think I like this better.”
A laugh rumbled out of me as I brushed some of her hair off her face. “Sex is its own form of mindfulness. Forces you to focus on the moment. If anyone is drifting off, something is going wrong.”
“So,” she said, folding up to look down at me, cheeks still flushed from our fucking, lips swollen from kissing. I wasn’t sure she’d ever been more beautiful. “If I need some… mindfulness practice…”
“You know exactly where to find me.”
“Good,” she said, shooting me a little smile that quickly fell.
“What is it?”
“Trix has been suspiciously quiet for too long,” she said, sitting up straighter, then wincing.
“What’d she do?”
“Well, I probably should have mentioned her mortal enemy: the fluff inside really nice, very expensive dog beds.”
I turned my head, finding the dog in a sea of white fluff.
Seeing herself caught, another wad of fluff dropped out of her mouth at a comically slow speed.
The laugh that burst out of me, though, was quick. Este’s was more hesitant but quickly joined mine as Trix realized she wasn’t in trouble. She dropped down on her front legs, ass in the air, then darted across the room, nearly sliding into the record cabinet. Circling back, she landed on the bed, shoving her head inside the bed and ripping out more filling.
“Oh, boy,” Este said, climbing off the bed to start gathering fluff. “I will replace this, obviously.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. We have several. And maybe I will find her a new bed made of tougher material. You had fun, huh?” I asked, petting her head as she sat there, panting. “That’s what counts.”
“This is why she needs long walks. And lots of fetch. She turns a little destructive if she’s bored.”
“We all have our vices,” I said, gathering up the bed and shoving it into the closet so Trix couldn’t create another mess.
After that, though, reality kind of interloped into the fantasy world we’d been wrapped up in.
Trix needed to go back outside.
So we both got dressed and took her out for a long walk.
Este spent some time with the chickens while I held Trixfaraway when we realized she didn’t see them as friends but as walking meals.
After that, we had some more coffee before Este decided it was probably time for her and Trix to get going so she had time to wear out the dog and get herself ready for work.
