Page 117 of A Million Times, Yes

As she did, her hips bucking wildly, her pussy rising and dropping along my dick, swallowing me in her wetness, I gave her ass the rest of my finger. I didn’t just leave it in; I kept the same pace she was using, pulling out and pushing back every time she fucked me.

“Jordan!” With her arms, she held our bodies together, our mouths only a hair’s width apart.

Goddamn it, she was good. The way she twisted, the way she pumped her pussy over me—not just upward, but forward and backward as well, giving friction to every angle of my shaft.

But I still ordered, “Harder.” And when my balls started to tighten, a tingle spreading through me, I growled, “You better come right—”

That was all it took for her to fall apart.

I didn’t just feel it in her pussy, even though it narrowed around me and she got wetter, her stomach rippling with shudders.

But I also heard it in her screams.

“Yes!” She drew in a breath, grinding over me, shifting right and then left. “Ah!”

“That’s it, Maya. Fuck me.”

While she rode me, sucking the orgasm out of me, and I was filling her cunt with my cum, my finger worked her ass. And with each pump, I used my other hand to hold her tighter and my mouth to moan louder through her lips.

We slowed at the same time, our exhales meeting as the stillness took over. I carefully pulled my finger out and hugged her body to mine.

“I love you,” was whispered into the island breeze.

It could have come from me.

But it was those sweet lips that spoke those words, goading me into another kiss. I gave her one, and then another, and a third that was even softer.

“I love you more,” I said back.

And I meant it.

Epilogue

Jordan

Ten months later

I lifted the beer bottle to my lips and took a long drink before setting it back on the ledge next to us. “I don’t know why it took me this long to try this, but you’re right, baby—there’s nothing like having a cold Sam Adams in the bathtub.”

“Iknow.” As Maya lay in front of me, soaking beneath the warm water and bubbles, she shifted her head against my chest to look at me. “And even though I was opposed to remodeling this whole bathroom to construct a tub this large, since we’re only in New York every couple of months, I’m so happy we did. A relaxing bath after a game and just before bed makes for the most perfect evening.”

I kissed her. “You’ve converted me into a bath guy. Something I never thought would ever fucking happen.”

She put her finger over my mouth. “Correction: a guy who will only take baths with me.”

“True.”

Her bubbly arm stretched across the back of my neck. “I love that about you.” She glanced around at the newly designed space that hadjust been completed a few weeks ago, which was why we’d been anxious to get back. “And I love what we did in here.”

“Correction: whatyoudid in here. You designed the whole room, and you did a hell of a job.”

She laughed. “I’m just relieved you didn’t decide to sell it a few months back and buy the other penthouse we looked at. There are so many memories for you in this condo—I don’t want to walk away from them. Besides, I know you call our condo in Boston your ‘nest,’ but to me, this feels more like a nest. Tucking us away into a quiet pocket, with the bustling city below.”

I rested my chin on top of her head. “I could certainly use some quiet, especially after a game like tonight’s.”

When she sighed, the air that came out of her nose caused the bubbles to part over her chest. “You aren’t kidding. The Clovers against New York makes for an extremely rowdy game. But man, it was fun. And I love comparing home games to away games, and seeing the changes you’ve put in place since the buyout and how they’ve impacted the team and the arena.” She paused. “You know, I haven’t seen any other team or arena—and I’ve seen a lot at this point—that can even compare to Boston.” She tilted her head again and kissed my cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

My eyes closed as I said, “Do you know what made all those changes possible?”