Page 109 of Once a Month

“God, I love you,” she says.

My eyes go wide. I’m sure she doesn’t mean that; it’s in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” she says a second later.

Yes, that’s what it is – she’s coming. She loves me because I make her come like this; that’s all it is. When we both come down, she rolls me over, takes off the toy, and climbs on top of me.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi,” she says back, her eyes all wistful and gorgeous. “These clamps are killing me, by the way.”

“Should I take them off and kiss your nipples to make them feel better?”

She smiles and nods.

???

After we make each other come a few more times – once with me straddling her on the sofa and her toy buried deep inside me – we lie on that sofa, nude, just holding on to one another as the fire burns.

“Can I ask you something?” she says, running her hands up and down my back.

My eyes are closed, and I’m very close to falling asleep, but I know I need to stay awake. I want to stay awake. I don’t want to miss a single moment with her.

“Yes,” I say.

“Have you been with anyone since last time?”

“No,” I say.

“Have you wanted to be with anyone?”

“Not exactly,” I say.

“What’s that mean?”

“I went on a date,” I say.

“Oh, right.” She tenses up beneath me.

“It was just coffee,” I say.

“But you like her?”

“She’s nice. We don’t really know each other yet,” I tell her.

“When will you see her again?” she asks.

“Maybe next weekend; I don’t know,” I say. “Have you been dating?” I ask.

“No,” she says. “I’ve been trying to figure out my aunt’s stuff.”

“Of course,” I say. “Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Figured it out?”

“Yeah. I’ve decided to keep the house, and I’m making plans to fix it up now.”

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