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“That’s it, baby.” I’m pushing up into her, feeling the vibrations of her body. It’s so good, my teeth clench. I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but I don’t want to miss the sight of her when she breaks apart.
“Jake…” she gasps. “Oh God, Jake, I’m going to….”
That’s all I need to hear. With a roar, I start shooting cum inside her even as she spasms around me, letting out a loud moan.
It goes on and on, the orgasm both intense and so long, I think it might never end.
But finally, Nia collapses on my chest. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
Her cheek burrows into my chest, her body limp against mine. “That was…”
“The best,” I answer for her. Because we’re at the finish-each-other’s-sentences stage.
She lifts her cheek and smiles at me, soft and a little dreamy. “Glad you think so too. I don’t have anything to compare it too.”
I squeeze her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “It’s special, Nia. Like everything between us.”
She snuggles deeper. “That’s good.”
I’m still inside her, our bodies twined together. She’s so soft, I wonder if she’s asleep when she lifts her head. “How is doggie?”
“What?”
“Well, you said we couldn’t do doggie for my first time. How would it be now?”
Fuck me, but my cock starts growing inside her. “If you’re not careful, baby girl, you’ll wake the beast. And considering how new you are at this, we ought to give you a little rest.”
She nips at her lip. “Good point. We’ll wait until tomorrow.”
I don’t tell her, it’s already tomorrow. I might be old, but I’m not that old.
But she lays her head back down and this time, I feel her drift off, her body twitching as she falls to sleep.
Sliding her to the side, I wrap my arm around her back, keeping her close so she’s cradled against my body. Warm. Safe.
It’s been a long day, and my girl needs some sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Nia
I wakewith the first rays of the sun, Jake’s hand stroking down my spine. “Did you sleep?” I ask, lifting my sleepy gaze to his.
“Enough,” he murmurs and then drops a kiss into my hair.
“Enough?” I ask, pushing even further up to meet his gaze again. “How long is that? How long have you been awake?”
“An hour?”
“What have you been doing?”
“Watching you sleep,” he gives me that half grin that always makes me crazy hectic inside.
But it’s the words that really twist up my insides. “Watching me sleep? Why?”
“You’re so beautiful, Nia,” he answers, lifting his hand to skim his fingers down my cheek. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”