Page 69 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Swiftly he removed his boxer briefs and palmed his dick, heavy with need. His wallet was on the side table, and he reached for one of the condoms he kept in there.

“Wait. I never thought to ask. I mean, I assume having sex is okay while pregnant. Right?”

Willow ran her fingers up his thigh. “It’s perfectly fine. I mean, a sexually transmitted disease would be a really bad thing, and condoms are good at stopping them.”

“I’m clean. Got tested recently for the insurance for the label and tour. Part of some policy. But I’m fine with condoms until I can get tested again.”

“I’d appreciate that, to be safe.”

He kissed her firmly. “And once we know we’re safe?”

“Then I guess they become a little redundant.”

He grinned at her words because the idea of fucking her raw cranked him higher. “Fuck. You want more foreplay, flower?”

“I feel like every day since you pinned me up against the wall has been foreplay. I’m ready.”

Shit, he suddenly felt the same. Like his entire body was primed and ready. One glance between her legs, he could see how wet she was. How she glistened for him. Once the condom was rolled on, he lay down alongside her, turning her so she faced away from him.

“Are you sure you want this, Willow? Last chance to back out before I slide my dick inside you.”

Willow turned her head as far as she could and he met her lips with his own. “I’m sure.”

Luke reached between them, and after swirling his head in her wet warmth, he slid into her inch by inch.

She moaned, a reverberation he felt all the way down to his balls that ached. He’d not had sex in four weeks, a fucking record, but goddamn, it felt so good.

“Jesus, Will,” he gasped as he bottomed out inside her, her body quivering around his. He gave her a moment to adjust to his width before sliding out, easing from her tightness. “You feel so good.”

As she rolled against him, he reached over her hip to find the spot between her legs guaranteed to make her come. Her entire body shuddered as he circled her clit, savouring the way she lost her sense of rhythm. Kicking his head back into gear, he remembered what she needed. He split his fingers either side of her lips, massaging the sensitive area before returning to her clit. His entire being focused on Willow and what she needed. Whatever it took to make her come with his dick twitching deep inside her. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you choke my dick as you come. I want you to feel you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve got you. Whatever you need.”

“I need that,” Willow gasped on a cry.

“Yeah.” He slid his hand up to her stomach, cradling her bump. And fuck, if palming it didn’t make his balls tingle. Holding off an orgasm had never been an issue. He might be a man whore, but he was always a gentleman. Ladies first. But right now, with his hands on their baby and her body surrounding his, and the scent of her, the sound of her gasps and moans ... he didn’t think it was possible to be cranked any higher. “Then give it to me, Will. Come all over my cock and show me just how much you needed me to give you this. I want to hear it. I want to feel it. Fuck, I want to taste it.”

He thrust harder and she met him stroke for stroke. He wasn’t even sure who was leading their dance right now, but he didn’t care. They had the same rhythm, were playing the same fucking song, and he hoped the crescendo played out the same way.

Last time they’d done this, they’d created a child. But right now, he just wanted the woman.

“Oh, God,” Willow cried. “I’m so close.”

He slid his hand back between her legs. “You’re so wet,” he ground out as he circled her clit, applying pressure, then lifting it before repeating the cycle again.

“Luke,” she cried out, her walls tightening around him.

He slid both arms around her, holding her tight as he shallowed his thrusts but increased his speed. Like a man possessed he took her, her gasps tipping him over the edge until the world exploded around him. “Will,” he gasped as his orgasm crashed through him. All symbols and high-hats and reverb.

Shuddering, he kissed her shoulder, slowing his roll as the blood rushed around his body.

When he was confident they were both finished, he slid out of her slowly and dealt with the condom, before lying back down to gather her in his arms.

Willow placed a hand on his chest. “It was even better than I remember. And I remembered a lot.”

He took her hand in his, enjoying the close feeling between the two of them. Sex had always been an escape. From life. From obligations. From fear. But this. It didn’t feel like an escape. He felt ... calm. Sated. Happy.

Yeah, fucking happy.

Who’d have thought?

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