Page 51 of Second Go-Round

Swallowing my growl of satisfaction, I loosened my hold and shifted away until my semi slid from her.

A sense of detachment swept over me, and I swallowed hard.

“Okay?” I murmured, staring at her swollen lower lips, wishing like fuck my cum leaked from her well-used pussy so I could shove it back inside where it belonged.

“Mmm hmm.” A shiver pebbled her skin as though she too felt the same loss I did.

“I’ll get a towel to clean you up,” I whispered, backing off the bed. Without glancing at Micah, I stumbled to the bathroom on weak legs.

I’d never lost myself inside a woman like that before. Never ended up feeling…empty after pulling free from the clasp of a warm, wet core.

Fucking screwed didn’t even begin to describe what I was.

Lips in a thin line, I took care of the condom and got a warm, wet towel for Christine.

Micah stood outside the bathroom when I turned to exit. I’d been so damn lost in my thoughts I hadn’t heard him sneak up on me. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, his blue eyes searching my face. I didn’t bother shielding, just let my friend see how lost I was, how vulnerable my heart sat atop a platter, waiting for Christine’s knife.

“Good luck,” Micah finally whispered, clasping my shoulder. “I think you’re going to need it.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, expecting he spoke the truth.

I moved past him and strode across the room, aware Micah ran water in the bathroom.

Christine didn’t stir as I knelt on the bed beside her and used the washcloth to wipe her clean. She sighed, but that and the lift of her back with each breath was the only indication life pumped through her arteries.

The room’s door opened, the latch clicking quietly a few seconds later, leaving us alone.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked quietly, unable to keep from trailing my fingertips down her spine.

The hint of a smile ghosted at the corner of her lips again. “No,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to leave?” I held my breath, my heart pounding between my ears.

Christine heaved a sigh and rolled onto her side, passion-hazed eyes peering up at me. “I should, but I don’t.”

Without giving her a chance to expand on the words, I laid down behind her and pulled her back against me. My arm rested over the dip of her waist, hand splayed on the soft skin beneath her breasts. I wanted to bury my face in her hair and breathe in her honeysuckle scent but kept my face and affection to myself.

We lay in quietness outside the soft music playing in the background, my heart slowing and thumping in time with the beat beneath my palm. The wondering over what went through her mind drove me nuts. I clenched my eyes shut, telling myself to keep my mouth zipped as well.

“So now what?” I heard myself ask as though she’d pulled the words from my lungs with witchery.

She yawned and twined her fingers through mine atop her heart. “I have you until eight tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I want another dose of your dick just as soon as I can move again.”

Unable to help myself, I held her close and buried my nose in her hair like I’d wanted to do. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She drifted off not long after, but my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up.

Shifting away and popping on my elbow, I gently pulled Christine onto her back beside me so I could watch her sleep. Little puffs of air escaped her parted lips. Her slightly crooked nose wrinkled as a frown flitted across her brow.

I wondered what went through her mind, what dreams controlled her facial expressions. A wave of hair still stuck to her cheek, and I brushed it free with my fingertips.

Christine sighed and tilted her head toward my hand, seeking out my touch in her sleep. Warmth rushed through me, and I cupped her cheek, staring at her plump lips. I bit down on my tongue to keep from kissing her, from tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Sharing breath. Losing myself even more.

Minutes ticked by…an hour slipped past as I studied her. The curve of her auburn eyebrows, the high cheekbones with their spattering of star-like freckles. Damned pointy chin I wanted to bite. The bow of her top lip I salivated to lick. Her collarbones called out to my teeth too, but I shifted my attention lower to her full breasts and the soft nipples.

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