Page 73 of Tasting Innocence

“Oh yes,” I moan.

“Oh God,” he pants.

Ever so slowly, he gets up and pulls out.

“Oh!” I squeal.

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t. It’s fine.”

He hurries to the bathroom, and when he returns a few minutes later, he brings a damp washcloth and hands it to me.

“You can use the shower or bath if you want.” His eyes let me know there’s definitely going to be blood.

“Okay. Thanks.”

Reaching into one of his drawers, he pulls out a T-shirt and pair of boxers. “You can use these.”

I take the shirt and put it on, knowing it’ll fall to my knees and cover any mess until I can get to the bathroom.

When I stand, I grimace, feeling the soreness already. Dex lifts my chin and gives me a soft kiss and a smile.

I hurry to the bathroom to clean myself up, already ready to be back in his arms, even if it’s just to cuddle and watch TV.