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I slowed my pace. Rolled into her instead of slammed. I wanted to treasure this moment. The time we had together without the children around us. I reached up and undid the restraints around her wrists and she threw her arms around me. Pulled herself up into me. I sat back onto my feet as she straddled my pelvis, rolling so deeply I could feel all of her at once. I reached down and slid out just long enough to relieve myself of the cockring, then her pussy captured me again and I felt my head spin.

“Catherine,” I said. “Oh, Catherine. Holy hell. You feel so fucking good.”

Her head fell against my shoulder, her body spent. I collapsed to the bed and she fell on top of me as my hands fisted her ass. I rolled her into my body. Moved her hips exactly the way I needed them to move. She clung to me, helpless against my attack as her lips kissed my neck. Bit into my shoulder. Nibbled on my ear.

“Cum with me, Jace. Please.”

And her breathless plea was all it took.

Her pussy swallowed my cock down and I exploded within her. Colors sizzled in my vision and starts burst behind my eyes. I curled my hands into her luxurious ass while her pussy vibrated around me. I heard her moaning. Groaning. Panting with the effort it took for her last orgasm to roll over her. I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her close as my cum painted her walls. I buried my face into her hair and committed her scent to memory as we shook together at the precipice of our white hot pleasure.

My heart swelled with a happiness I hadn’t felt in

years.

A happiness I hadn’t experienced since before I met Anya.

I kissed her ear. I kissed down her neck. I nibbled at her skin and watched goosebumps appear all over her body. I pulled my cock from between her legs, relishing the fountain of fluids that gushed onto my skin. I rolled us over and held Catherine close to my chest, feeling her pant against the rapid beating of my heart.

I stroked her hair, untangling the knots I’d created as we both came down from our highs.

“Holy crap,” she said breathlessly.

“Is that a good ‘holy crap’ or a bad ‘holy crap’?” I asked.

“How in the-? Where did you-? What the-?”

I smiled weakly as I kissed the top of her head. I scooted us to the head of the bed before I brought the covers up over our bodies. She hunkered down next to me, her leg haphazardly thrown over mine. I propped myself up against the headboard as I heard my belt clatter behind the bed. Catherine’s cheek pressed into my chest as her hair splayed out along my skin. I looked down at her, watching as her arm collapsed around my hips.

I held her close to me, the silence overtaking us as we breathed in the sex-tainted air we’d created.

“Do you think the kids will ask questions if we come in at the same time tomorrow morning?” she asked.

“My mother’s going to take them out for breakfast. It’ll give us time to get back in before they get home.”

“Oh, good. Good. That’s… that’s good.”

I felt her yawn against me and I smiled as my eyes closed. I felt content. At peace. Settled in the marrow of my bones. I couldn't remember the last time I’d felt that way with someone.

In some ways, I never even felt that with Anya.

“Catherine?”

“Mmm?”

I wanted to ask her if she felt the same way. I wanted to ask her if she felt comfortable and happy and content. If this was all she could’ve ever wanted, or if this was nothing but a fling for her. I wouldn't blame her if it was. But I felt my heart spiraling into a place I never thought it would be again. And I wanted to know where she stood. How she felt. What she was thinking.

“Jace?”

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” I said.

“I’m always comfortable around you.”

“That could be taken many ways.”

“And I meant it in many ways.”

She turned her lips into my chest and kissed right above my beating heart.

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