Beck's Six

She was writhing on the bed and ready to beg for more when he grabbed a condom off the nightstand, rolled it on and, with one well-aimed thrust, buried himself in her.

Oh sweet Jesus!

He pinned her with a hungry look, locking his gaze with hers before starting a rhythm again. In and out, harder and harder, driving her right to the top of desire.

And exploding.

God! Her inner walls spasmed harder and harder, squeezing his cock, carrying him with her into a gigantic orgasm that drained every bit of her, his swollen cock pulsing over and over.

And then she was lying there, limp and wishing they never had to move.

“I’m not walking away this time,” he said at last. “I’m done with that. We could have something special, Beck. Could have had it before if I hadn’t been such an ass. But I want it now, and I hope you do, too.”

“I do,” she whispered.

“We’ll both be in Fool’s Gold, Colorado,” he reminded her. “We can find a nice house to settle into and make a life for ourselves.”

“You sure you’re ready for this? You weren’t the last time we were together.”

“That’s because I was a damn idiot. But I want it now. With you. Say yes, Beck. Please.”

She searched his eyes, looking for the truth of the matter and letting out a breath when she saw he meant it.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes to everything. With you.”

It was a long time before they made their way out of the bed.