Page 171 of Once a Month

“Baby, there. I’ll come,” she says.

She rocks hard, and I move a little faster. Then, she yells my name. I smile as I bring her back down. She stays where she is, and I roll to the side. She rolls onto her side, takes the vibrator, turns it off, and slips the small device into my mouth a little so I can taste her.

“Put it on me,” I say.

She moves it between my legs and turns it back on. She sucks on my nipple, holding the thing in place.

“Wow. Tiny but mighty,” I say, forgetting how strong this thing is when it’s turned up all the way.

“Do you want me inside you?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.

I hold the vibrator now, and she moves her fingers down and inside. My hips buck.

“You’re ready for me,” she says, curling them.

“Yes,” I repeat.

“Good. Come for me, baby.”

I do. She turns off the vibrator, tosses it somewhere, and climbs on top of me, rubbing our pussies together.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you,” I reply, pressing her ass down so that she’s as close to me as possible.

“I cannot come again,” she says, laughing.

“I can,” I say, lifting my hips.

“God, I love how insatiable you are,” she says, rolling down into me.

“Enough to let me get off like this?” I ask.

“Enough to do that, fall asleep next to you, and let you wake up in a few hours with my face between your legs.”

I groan and say, “That sounds like actual heaven.”

She smiles down at me and says, “Two years ago…” She rocks her hips. “I walked into a party thinking I was the craziest woman on the planet, with fantasies that no one else had.” She rocks again. “And I saw you on a bed, playing with that woman’s breasts. Oh, fuck,” she says as she closes her eyes. She’s getting turned on again. “I had to leave the room because your eyes were so intense – I couldn’t look at you, but I couldn’t look away from you, either.”

“You’re going to come with me, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, rocking. “And you found me, touched me, held me, and made me feel like everything was going to be okay. Baby, touch me.”

I move my hand between us and cup her, slipping my index finger into her folds and lightly stroking.

“And now, we’re here. Yes, there.”

“Like this?” I ask, stroking her while the back of my palm presses into me.

“God, I’m so lucky. I’m going to marry you,” she says.

Then, we come together, each saying the other’s name as we do.

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