I still have so much to learn. To discover.
To fight for.
She lifts her hips and slides back down my erection, slow and steady while she stays curled against me, peppering my skin with gentle kisses wherever she can without moving her head.
This is sleepy sex in a warm bubble bath and I adore it.
I adore her.
So, so much.
She’s still flexing her hips, lifting off me and settling back down, slow and steady, the squeeze of her pussy dragging out the exquisite pleasure of a building orgasm.
“I should be passed out cold but I think I’m addicted to you,” she murmurs. “I can’t stop.”
“You can sleep tomorrow.”
“If my boss doesn’t fire me for calling in again.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
She laughs, tightening her vagina around my cock, and a leisurely stroll through a bubble bath to climax land turns into an urgent desire to thrust into her.
I flex my hips, and she tenses in my arms. “Oooh, I like that.”
“Do you?”
“Good little man between us.”
She pumps her hips again, and I tilt my pelvis and thrust into her.
“More.” She lifts her head, rises until I almost slip out of her, and then holds my face with her bubbled hands, kissing me while I thrust up and she sinks down.
We’re not slow, but we’re not frantic. Her lips are swollen and cherry red, and she has a hickey forming on her shoulder that was definitely my doing.
Mine whispers through my head while the pressure builds in my balls, warning me I’m close.
Mine whispers louder as her eyes slide shut and she tips her head back, all of that glorious curly red hair falling into the bubbles while the spasms of her orgasm squeeze me tighter.
Mine comes as a shout as she gasps my name and grips my ears, pushing me over the edge into my own orgasm, buried deep inside her in this safe cocoon where nothing else exists and nothing else matters.
Mine.
Just mine.
That flush on her cheeks. Her eyes unfocused but somehow still holding mine. The way she rubs her breast like she’s feeling her release in her chest and it’s too much.
Like she feels it too.
We could be so much more than what we are.
If one of us is brave.
If one of us will say it.
If one of us will leap.
Her shoulders drop and she slumps back against my chest. “How?” she murmurs.
“My other title is Super Orgasm Man,” I murmur in her hair, my cock still spasming deep inside her.
She laughs.
I suck in a breath. Super Sensitive Cock Man might be more appropriate in this exact moment.
“Do you really have a comic book collection?” Sabrina asks.
I tense.
It’s reflexive.
“I used to read Jack’s anytime I had to stay with the triplets while my mom had a night out,” she murmurs. “And I always hated that I felt like I wasn’t getting all of the good parts of the story. Like I’d missed so much for there being several issues that came and were lost under his bed since the last time I was there.”
“The nuance,” I murmur. “Of course you’d love the nuance.”
“And the details.”
“The gossip.”
“Damn right.”
“I divorced Felicia when I found out she was running a podcast about living with difficult men.” Fuck me. Where did that come from? “S-since we were—it’s gossip. I mean, some people think—never mind. I didn’t say any of that.”
“Behind your back?” Sabrina asks.
When I hesitate, she wraps her arms tighter around me.
“Yes,” I finally confirm.
“How’d you find out?”
“Vince—my old business partner—he knew. He listened to it. I walked into the lab one day, heard him laughing his ass off, went to see what was so funny, and I heard her. At first, I thought she was on the phone. When I realized what it was—between that and all of her shit about Zen—I was done. My family said I couldn’t take a joke, but—”
“But your spouse is the one person who should respect you the most,” she finishes.
“Yes.”
“Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“I mean it. You’re safe here. Not just here, in my bathtub here, but all of the Tooth. You’re safe here.”
I close my eyes and drop my nose into her hair again and hold her tight.
I believe her.
I might be a fool, but I believe her.
And when I hear a soft snore coming from her face on my chest, and the water cools beyond comfortable, I get us both out of the tub, dry her off, and carry her to her bed, where I hold her for the rest of the night.