Page 21 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

I just kind of feelmehabout it.

All that work doing small talk and getting everything geared up and for what? An hour of adrenaline fucking a woman, half the time worrying if she’s faking it and wanting to make sure she’s getting hers while also fighting to stay hard because frankly, antidepressants are hell on hard-ons?—

Look, most of the time, I just wish I stayed home and curled up with my sketchbook and some hot chocolate instead.

Marie, though?

She’sfun. It doesn’t feel like work at all.

Herexcitementis exciting.

Honestly, this is the best I’ve felt in months. Maybe all year.

I squeeze her ass that’s so plump and perfect in my big hands. My cock jacks into her again almost of its own accord.

Fuck. I forgot sex could feel this good.

Marie’s body starts quivering around me again. She’s so goddamn responsive. I feel my balls wanting to release in response to her clenching, quivering pussy.

I force myself to pull out instead, and her whimpering whine at the denial sends a spike of fresh adrenaline through me.

Fucking this woman is as exhilarating as cliff-diving.

Except by repeatedly denying her orgasm, we get to stay suspended in the wild drop before hitting the water. Living therein it.

I’m obsessed.

No. You’re just having a great release with a fun partner for the night. That’s all this is.

That’s what I’m telling myself anyway as I heft her in my arms and carry her over to the bed. We’re both still wet from the shower and I like how her warm, wet skin feels against mine. So what if I’m enjoying this entirely too much?

I sit down on the bed with her on top of me and lie back.

“You’re going to get the bed wet.”

“Too late.” I grin. “Ride me, woman.”

She grabs my hair in her little fists and pretends to glare at me. But moments later she’s straddling me. Then grabbing my dick that’s standing up at full cockstand and feeding it back in her hungry pussy.

Fuck, that’s so hot.

And the way she groans like she’s just as needy to have me back inside her?

I immediately pump up into her and she does that rolling thing with her hips like she’s chasing to grind her clit against the base of my cock. Then she bites her bottom lip.

Christ.

I drop my thumb to mash her swollen clit against where my cock disappears inside her—and simultaneously decide the sight of it is my favorite image on earth. At least until she starts grabbing her own breasts and really riding me, and thenthatis my new favorite sight.

Because the thing is, unlike other women I’ve been with, I don’t think she’s doing it performatively.

We both know we’re never going to see each other again after this one wild night—which suddenly has me clasping her hip a little possessively with the hand that’s not paying attention to her clit—but it also makes me live in the moment even deeper.

I’m alive.

I’mhere.

And I’m connecting with this human being more deeply than I have with anyone in a really fucking long time. It’s a precious fucking gift and I know how rare those are.