Page 70 of An Unfinished Memory

“You know what it’s like being inside you?” I pushed in. Her eyelids fluttered back.

Her body was a furnace. Wet and smoldering, she was branding every square inch of my skin. Lust made it hard to keep from pounding away to seek my own release.

“I know what it’s like with you inside me,” she said breathlessly. “I can never get enough.”

I stroked out and thrust back in. Herwalls fluttered over me. I was over-sensitized, every ripple a fist around my cock. A ragged groan left me, followed by a grunt. “It’s heaven. Warm and wet and all fucking mine.” I gritted my teeth, pulled out, and rammed into her again.

She gripped my shoulders and hung on. The shirt slipped off her face, but she shoved it back in, clenching her teeth down on the material, addicting sounds coming from her throat. Soft mewls, needy moans, and high keens.

The sound of our bodies slapping, our heavy breathing, filled the air. If the camper was rocking, I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t even sure I could keep from roaring into the night and drawing security to our door. If Oreo wasn’t used to hearing us fuck through the walls, he’d be barking.

And wasn’t that the thought that rocketed me to my peak? This was us. We did this, and it wasn’t unusual. Being together wasn’t something we should hide. We belonged together.

Sutton Knight was my wife.

I tossed my head back, my teeth clenched, a growl ripping from my throat. Sutton’s body was a vise around my cock as I emptied inside of her, milking every last drop from me. I was all hers.

I collapsed on top of her, my chest heaving. I yanked the shirt from her to make sure she wasn’t getting smothered.

She wrapped her arms around me. “That was something,” she murmured into my neck.

“It was. And also, I’m not done.”

She giggled. “Have I told you how much I love your stamina?”

I grinned and rolled us to our sides. I was lookingforward to a weekend of sex in this closed-in bed. But I couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow and spend the day with Sutton. To watch her get excited about the souvenir shops and study a new menu. The way she deliberated over entrees she’d never tried before. How excited would she be at the musical?

We might’ve been married for ten years, but this weekend I was getting to know Sutton Knight all over again.

Fifteen

Wilder

The sounds of the campground filtered into the camper, along with copious amounts of light the thin camper curtains had no chance against. I angled to my side to straighten my legs.

Sutton shifted next to me. The number of times we’d had sex last night didn’t matter. Blood redirected to my dick. The novelty of waking up to her and not having to leave was something I’d treasure.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” she said, sleep heavy in her voice. She’d read my mind.

“You’re not kicking me out.”

Her chuckle shook the bed. “Not after last night.”

“I’m ready to go again.”

A dog’s whine sounded on the other side of the pocket door.

“Oreo needs to go out,” she said in a way that told me I was the one who was taking Oreo out.

“I’ll take ‘What The Lady Wants’ for a thousand.”

She giggled and rolled over. I swung my legs down and craned my neck from side to side. The bed was nothing like mine at home, but I’d had the best night of sleep in a long time. My quality slumber wasn’t from all the activity before bed, but who I got to sleep with and why I wasn’t rushing off.

After a pit stop in the bathroom, I got Oreo’s leash. I’d walk him around since he wasn’t used to being cooped up as much as he was for vacation.

Outside, I nodded and said “good morning” to people as I passed. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the temperature was already warm.

My phone went off. Goddamn phone. One weekend. Was that too much to ask to be left alone?

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