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Watching her come is going to make me come.

Fuck. I love watching her please herself while I’m pleasing her.

Her hips seek me out, lifting and impaling her on my length. “Adonis, please fuck me harder.”

A woman who knows what she wants is a woman who can get whatever from me.

I push inside her to the hilt, knocking the wind out of her next string of words.

She doesn’t try to recover, just bites her lip and lets me fuck her harder.

When her walls squeeze me with the beginnings of her climax, I keep rocking into her and drop my hand on top of hers. The added pressure has her stuttering, hips still.

My name is a gasping breath. “Adonisss.”

“Let me see you come, baby.”

She does and it’s everything.

She’s everything. Coming for me. Moaning for me.

Pretty little tremors wreck her small frame. Chest heaving, her fingers go from frantically strumming her clit to slow circles before she’s too sensitive and pulls her hand away.

Eyes pinned on me, she lifts her drenched fingers to my lips, breath stuttering when I suck them clean. “Do I taste good, Adonis?”

“So fucking good.” Her taste on my tongue is my last straw. I lose my grasp on control and buck into her one more time before my cum fills the condom.

Delilah is just as turned on by me coming for her as I am when she comes for me. I can tell it in the way her wallsquiver around me after I spill inside the condom.

I can’t keep my lips off her. I kiss her until the aftershocks are done working through both of us.

Spent and happy, Delilah tucks herself into my side as soon as I pull out and lay on my back beside her.

As much as I love the thought of falling asleep with her just like this, I know we’ll have to get up and head to the bathroom. I need to throw away the condom and I need to clean her up. Eventually.

But right now, I kiss her before pulling the strap of her silk nightgown down to suck her nipple.

Then my hand wanders between her thighs, sticky with the mess she made, and I stroke her lazily.

I finger her with my tongue wrapped around the stiffened bud of her nipple.

Delilah is wordless but grinding against my hand. A good sign. Always so ready for more pleasure. So fucking greedy.

She throws her leg over my hip, her hands in my locs, holding me in place.

I don’t need to ask if this is what she needs because she’s telling me.

And when she cries out in pleasure at her third orgasm tearing through her, I kiss the sound off her parted lips and hold her until she comes down.

Epilogue I

DELILAH

ONE YEAR LATER

“And you still feel like building a relationship with Elodie is a positive addition to your life?”

The stress ball in my hand regains its shape as I exhale, nodding. My therapist inclines her head, so I elaborate.