Keeping Score

I growled with pain and pleasure. “Fuck, Julie. Fuck.” My belly clenched in a spasm as the orgasm shot through me like a bullet.

I filled her with my release, hilting my cock in her. I kissed and licked at her legs, while I emptied everything I had. She quivered under me, her orgasm unlatching seconds after mine. I watched in fascination as her hands massaged her nipples and she glowed from the pink light behind her as she reveled in her ecstasy.

Thirty-Four

Julie

Hawk collapsed next to me on the closet floor. The vibrator hummed somewhere behind me, but I liked the low glow it cast. It someone made the space feel intimate and sensual. But wasn’t that how everything was between us now? I rolled toward him, resting my hand on his bare chest.

“I liked that.” I smiled, kissing the hard plane of his bicep.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “What was that?”

I felt satisfied. I felt goddess-like. I felt like a girl in love.

“Amazing,” I answered.

“You like your present?”

“Can we use it again tomorrow?” I giggled.

“It was that good?” he asked.

I moved to climb on top of his sculpted body. My nipples draped over his skin and I scooted backward, letting his cock rest between my folds. We both sighed with the new position.

“I think you’ve opened my eyes to a world I didn’t know I would like.”

“You’re not exactly shy,” he remarked.

“Not with you.”

I’d never been this daring. This free. This experimental. First I had let him tie me up with a scarf and now I’d let him fuck me with a vibrator. What else would I try? What else would he show me that I would like?

He squeezed my ass, gripping it with his palm. “Don’t be. N

ever be shy with me, baby. I love fucking you. I love your fucking body. And I’ll do whatever it takes to show you.”

I didn’t know if he could see my smile in the pink light of the closest, but it was there.

“Should we go check on Hunter?” I suggested.

Hawk’s chest rumbled with laughter. “You think this is what parents do? Fuck in hidden closets and then tuck in their kids?”

I giggled. I’d never thought about it. I didn’t know what they did. How did my friends with kids balance marriage and children along with their careers? I thought about the tired faces I saw every morning in the teacher’s lounge. Moms who were up all night with a feverish baby. Moms who spent extra hours on homework. Moms who tried to squeeze in a girls’ night and stayed out too late because they were desperate for something of their own.

But I’d never thought about those tired faces from this. From mind-blowing, can’t-get-enough-of-it sex. Because those women put time and energy into their relationships. Because they stayed up all night having one epic orgasm after another.

“I guess so. I hope so.” I planted a kiss on his firm lips. I wanted that to be true. I wanted this to be our new reality.

“Shh.” He silenced me, turning off the vibrator with a quick flick.

“What is it?”

“It’s quiet out there. Completely quiet.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t think we need to leave the closet for a long long time.”