Page 59 of Almost Not Quite Engaged

He laughs. “Roman fucking candles burn quick. But even fast that was so fucking good.”

“I’m down to try again,” I say hopefully.

He kisses my nose tenderly. “Soon and as many times as we can in the next ten hours.”

I roll onto my stomach and push up on my elbows to watch him walk away to toss the condom.

When he comes back, he rolls me onto my back. Without even a hello, his mouth is on my stomach while his hands hold my breasts. He moves further down, and I arch my back, unable to resist the idea of having this man again.

“Somebody wants to get fucked again.”

I put my hand up and he licks my clit lightly. I toss my head back and say, “Wait, do that first. Absolutely first.”

“With pleasure. It’s my favorite.”

He sucks my clit hard into his mouth and a finger circling my sensitive opening and I shiver. “No, pretty sure it’s mine.”

I breathe in rhythm with his fingers and tongue. I’m panting and drape my arm over my face and without losing time, he grabs it, shoves his tongue up inside of me as he pinches my clit and guides my hand to work it while he watches. I do but no.

“Sweet fancy fuck. Now. Make me come. Please.”

He eats me in earnest, waggling his tongue and using my hand to get me off. So fucking sexy. The two of us working me. My stomach gets so tight and he doesn’t let up. I lift my pelvis and try to squirm away from this intense moment. And he pins me with his arm. His mouth moves to my clit and now he’s fucking me with his fingers. My voice gets deep and wanton.

“Fuck. Fuck. Now. Now. Please. Please.” And then an intense wave takes hold of me and I scream. It’s an octave I didn’t know I could hit. I shake harder and now I just want to go to sleep.

He’s hovering over me when I open my eyes again and I slap his face with no force whatsoever. “Boneless.”

“That doesn’t work for me. Because that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen. Taste yourself.”

His mouth finds mine again while taking my arms and holding them up above my head. I position myself underneath him and wrap my legs around him.

“That’s right. You coming brought him back to life. Come on Harpy, do it again.”

“If I must.”

He enters and slides right in, I’m so open for him, it feels even better than the first time. I can’t contain myself and finish swiftly. He holds out, and flips me on top but fucks up into me. He arches his back and thrusts so hard I feel as if I’m going to be thrown off. He holds my breasts that are now almost in his face. I brace myself on the headboard as his moans elevate, my heart leaps that I can make him sound like that. He keeps saying my name over and over, along with our Lord and Savior’s a couple of times.

Once again I’m unable to hold out and come long and hard. This time I trigger his in-kind reaction. He kisses me sweetly, and his face lights up as he speaks. I fall off and he removes a condom I didn’t even see him put on.

He’s stroking my hair when he returns as I starfish. “You’re spectacular. Beautiful, smart, and good fucking Lord, you’re good in bed.”

“You.” I’m too tired to talk.

“Me?” He gestures to himself in false modesty.

“Yes, you’re beautiful and smart too.”

“Happy 24-hour anniversary.” He kisses me again.

“Rest. Cake.” I roll into him so worn out.

“Can I eat room service off of your stomach?” he asks.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What it is.”