Page 93 of Clinically Bewitched
I should pull out.
Should clean up.I should do something other than lie here with my softening dick still inside her—I couldn’t move. I could only hold her while my heart rate slowly returned to normal, while my brain tried to process what had just happened.
“That was...” Athena’s voice was dreamy. “The universe was right. It was worth waiting for.”
I laughed against her shoulder.
“Only you would thank the universe after sex.”
“Well, it did bring us together.”
“Fair point.”
I finally pulled out and felt her wince slightly.
“Sore?”
“A little. But in a good way.”
I kissed her forehead and then got up to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. When I returned, she was sprawled across my bed, completely unselfconscious of her nudity, smiling at me as if I had just given her the moon.
“Come back,” she said, reaching for me.
I cleaned her gently, carefully, then tossed the washcloth aside and climbed back into bed.
She immediately curled into me, her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine.
“Julien?”
“Mmmm?”
“Can we do that again?”
I looked down at her.
She was grinning.
“Now?”
“Well, maybe in a few minutes. But yes. Definitely yes. Because that was amazing and I want to do it approximately a thousand more times tonight.”
A thousand times. She wants to have sex a thousand times.
The universe really did have a sense of humor.
“I think a thousand might be physically impossible.” I grinned.
“Challenge accepted.”
“Athena.”
She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips, tasted our combined pleasure.
And just like that, I was hard again.
Impossible.
This is impossible.
