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What’s wrong?I widen my eyes at him. “I’ve got my period. You can’t put your hands down there.”

“Yes I can. You know orgasms help with cramps, right?” He winks at me and shuffles closer and I shuffle back, but I can’t go any further because the arm of the couch prevents my escape. “Don’t be shy. Not with me.”

“I’ve never done it before when I have my period. Isn’t it messy?”

“Not as messy as you would think, but there are ways around it if you’re interested.” His expression is hopeful. Since we had sex the first time—for real—I haven’t been able to get enough of him, nor him me. He must sense me wavering from my initial stance because he stands and holds his hand out to me. I slide my palm against his roughened fingers and he tugs me to my feet, presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then swipes his tongue across the seam. His hands come around me, linking behind me as he deepens the kiss. The man is a master kisser and he easily drags me out of my head and into the moment. My hands slide up his back, gaining purchase as I cup his shoulders, holding us together as he tangles his tongue with mine for long moments.

AJ slows the kiss and pulls away, stepping backward toward the bathroom, tugging me with him. He strips out of his clothes then helps me with mine. As he tucks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, I grasp his hands to stop him, imploring him to give me a moment. “Let me deal with this part, okay?”

He nods, then steps out of the bathroom in silence. I blow out a relieved breath that he let me do this part in private. I know it’s silly since he’s kissed and caressed every part of my body, but my head is overruling my lust. I take care of the tampon and start the water, then open the door. The sight that greets me has my lust returning like a tsunami. His hand is wrapped around his thick length, stroking it slowly. His breaths are choppy and his eyelids are at half-mast. A slow, devious smile tips his lips, creating those deep creases to bracket his mouth.

I reach out and drag him into me, wrapping my hand over his to help him work over his cock. His answering groan sends pulsing waves directly to my clit. Using my hold on his cock, I walk us backward and into the shower.

“Are you wet for me, Cupcake?” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath tickling my flesh and sending goosebumps radiating outward.

“Mmhm.” I nod, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to be seductive.

He wastes no time pressing my back against the cold tile and dropping his mouth to my boob. He sucks the nipple into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. I slide my fingers into his wet hair to hold him in place, while he lavishes attention on my breasts. I love having his attention on my boobs and he loves giving it. His hand slides up my thigh, tracing the crease where it meets my body toward my clit which is in desperate need of attention.

His kisses start moving lower, down over my soft stomach and the action jolts me out of the moment because I know exactly where he’s heading. I’m not ready for it. This is already out of my comfort zone. I use my grip on his hair to stop him and he peers up at me, not removing his lips from my body. I shake my head, pleading with my eyes. “Please don’t do that. I’m not ready.” He must recognize my discomfort, because he gives a simple nod and works his way back up to my breasts.

“Maybe another time.” The relief filling me with his ready acceptance of my limits is instantaneous and I quickly drop back into the moment, knowing I’m always safe in his hands. He lifts his lips from my boob for a moment. “Spread your legs for me, Cupcake.” Expecting me to do his bidding, he returns to his ministrations and I spread my legs. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the tile as his fingers connect with my sensitive bud, sending a shiver through my body. I can’t hold back the moan his touch elicits. I feel his lips spread against my flesh and he increases the pressure of his touch, alternating between circling my clit and sliding his fingers through my pussy lips. He dips his fingers inside and I hold my breath as he fingers me with first one finger, then two. It feels unreal; more sensitive than usual.

“Mmhm. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I tighten my grip on his hair. My breaths are mere shallow pants and my heart pounds as though it’s trying to escape its confines, my legs shake and my internal walls tighten around AJ’s fingers—everything’s happening at once, overwhelming me. “I’m so clo–aaaah!” I cry out, using my grip on his hair to pull him up to my mouth. I attack his lips with a fierceness that surprises me and as I come back into my body, I realize I’ve been holding his cock this entire time and haven’t been paying it the attention it deserves.

After tearing my mouth away from AJ’s, I smile at him. I’m sure it looks stupid because I’m drunk on my climax. With what I’m hoping is a sexy wink, I push him back and then switch positions so his back is against the same wall I was using to hold myself up. I kiss him again, then glide my hands down his ripped torso and drop to my knees on the hard tile, ensuring I keep my eyes locked on his.

His brows furrow and his Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow. “Cupcake?”

I wink at him, then swallow his shaft in one long glide. “Oh, fuck!” He closes his eyes and drops his head back against the tile, his Adam’s apple bobs again. So sexy. I trace my finger down the trail of hair from his navel, around the base of his shaft, and cup his heavy sac. He won’t let me do this to him during my ovulation period, using the excuse that he needs to save all his swimmers. Even when I’m not ovulating, he still won’t let me do this. I’m surprised he’s letting me suck him off now. “You’re so good at sucking my cock.” I moan around his shaft as I take it deep, massaging his balls. Slipping my finger back further, I locate his taint and rub it with tight circles. A long, low groan echoes in the shower stall and he drops his eyes to mine as he thrusts his hips gently. His nostrils flare as he watches his cock disappearing into my mouth. “I don’t want to cum down your sexy throat. I want to paint your tits.”

Oh my God. His mouth is so damn hot. I swear he could talk me to an orgasm. My clit pulses and I double my efforts. AJ’s hand tightens in my hair and his shaft pulses against my tongue. He drags my mouth from his dick, and I move back slightly, so he can cum over my breasts like he wants. A couple of firm strokes by his own hand and ribbons of cum shoot across my breasts. Using the palm of my hand, I spread his orgasm over my breasts, massaging them seductively, and AJ’s eyes flare wide.

“Fuck, yeah! Spread my cum over those gorgeous tits.” His voice is rough and raspy, and I happily oblige. He uses his grip on my hair to tug me to my feet, switching our positions again and pressing me against the tile. He dips his head and licks his cum from my breast and it’s the dirtiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Pressing his semi-hard cock, which seems to be growing harder by the second, against my stomach, he moans against my breast and the vibrations echo through my body. Bending his knees, he notches the head of his cock against my entrance. “You ready for me, Cupcake?”

“Oh my God, y–” He thrusts into my body roughly before I can finish, stealing my breath. Our mouths lock, melding together as he builds a fast, rough rhythm. Fucking me into the tiled wall, our bodies slipping and sliding against each other. Sighs and moans echo off of the walls as the warm water cascades over us.

High-pitched moans escape each time AJ hits deep inside me, my walls tighten around him, trying to hold him inside. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

“Not as good as you,” I pant. My vision goes hazy and my legs shake as I edge closer to the precipice of my release.

AJ sucks on my lobe and then bites his way down the tendon in my neck, and it’s enough to set off the fireworks which have been building. His talented cock throbs inside me and he groans through his release, holding himself deep inside me. Wrapping his arms tight around me, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I slide my hands soothingly up and down the muscular planes of his back, while we both work to catch our breath.

CHAPTER32

–aj–

“I haven’t beento this lake for years,” I comment as we pull into the parking lot. Now to find a parking space.

“Really? We only discovered this place in May when Molly organized a surprise birthday party for Max here. The kids loved the nature playground and I thought Colton would love it too.” She was adamant about inviting Hayley and Lisa to her family’s Labor Day get-together, so Colton could meet and play with Emma’s kids.

I pull into a spot and turn off the engine, then angle my body toward Sarah. “Thank you for including my family.” I take a lock of hair between my fingers, appreciating the silkiness of the strands and tug her to my lips. I hope my kiss conveys exactly how grateful I am for her thoughtfulness.

We pull away, our lips only an inch apart. “You’re welcome,” Sarah murmurs, her breath skating across my lips. She lays another quick peck, then we climb out of my Jeep and collect our picnic stuff out of the back.

Heading toward the picnic tables, we locate the last empty one at the far end. Even though it’s busy, it seems our plan to arrive early paid off. Working together, we set everything up and wander to the lake’s edge to watch the kids playing in the water while we wait for our families to arrive. Sarah has her hands wrapped around her middle as she watches parents play with their children, the longing she has for a child of her own obvious. I move in behind her, wrap my arms around her and encourage her to lean back against me.

After laying a tender kiss on the top of her head, I murmur, “We’ll have that soon. I promise.” I’m not sure I can keep the promise but I damn well intend to do my best to make her—our—dream a reality.

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