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“I’m going to come fast, Collins,” I warn.
She withdraws, and I’m careful to keep the disappointment off my face when her hand doesn’t replace her mouth. I don’t want her to swallow, not if she doesn’t want to. But I was craving the intimacy of her touching me when I came.
And then, after a quick scan of the clear horizon, she steps out ofher shorts. Her bikini bottoms go next.
“Monty, we don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she assures me.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex since Dylan was born. But it’soneof the first times. Between sleep deprivation, attempting to get Dylan on a normal schedule, work, and the general chaos of life, there haven’t been many opportunities that have felt right since Dr. Bailey gave Collins the all clear. We’re more likely to fall asleep snuggling mid-show these days.
But if Collinswantsto have sex? That’s another story.
I scoop her up with one arm, swearing when she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel how wet she is, the evidence of her arousal streaking against my stomach.
She giggles as I lay her on one of the bench seats, the rest of her hair escaping its elastic. I yank her tank top up, grimacing when I hear arip.
“Kit!” she protests, but she’s still laughing.
“You can wear mine,” I promise, fumbling for the tie of her top next. It gives way more easily, freeing her breasts.
Collins moans loudly when I lick a line down the center of her chest. I focus on her left breast first, blowing on the damp stripe. She shivers and lifts her hips, seeking more contact.
“So impatient,” I tease, moving to her right boob next.
“Fuck patience,” she pants. “I want you to fuckme.”
“I’m trying to be romantic, baby.”
“Sexisromantic.” Collins squirms again, trying to create more friction between our bodies.
I kiss her hard, memorizing the sound of her sexy whimpers when I suck on her tongue. Then I sit up, spreading her kneeswide so I can stare at her swollen, glistening pussy.
She swipes her tongue across her lower lip, watching me look at her, and that shreds the remnants of my self-control. I fist my erection and line it up with her entrance. I only press a little at first, partly as a tease, partly to make sure she’s really ready for me. I push in an inch, and she gasps, her cunt squeezing like she’s trying to take more.
“You good?” I check.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “It feels good. Really good.”
I shove in and withdraw a few more times, fucking her with stilted thrusts to ensure she’s really ready for more than just the crown.
“Kit, I swear to?—”
The rest of her threat gets lost in a loud cry as I finally fill her the rest of the way.
I breathe deeply through my nose, trying desperately not to come instantly. The teasing wasn’t only excruciating for her. Her pussy grasps me in a tight, hot, slick fist, pulsing and clenching.
“Still good?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Thesightof her spread around me … fuck.
“Yeah. C’mere.”
I settle over her, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows. Her hands run up my arms and over my biceps, settling on my shoulders.
“I won’t break. I need you tofuckme, Kit. Not like I’m a mom or someone you have soft, gooey feelings for. Pretend it’s that night in your hotel room again, when we slept together the first time.”
I grin. “I had soft, gooey feelings for you then, Collins. Did you seriously think I shared dry-cleaning tips with just anyone? Or made them a drink? Or?—”