SWNOVELS Contractually Yours: Chapter 20
I lie on the bed, my arms around Luce as my racing heart starts to slow. It takes a while before my breathing evens out. There’s something about her that takes my breath away. Is it sexual? Most definitely. I wish I could bury myself inside her over and over again.
But there’s something more I can’t put my finger on.
“Okay,” Luce says, her voice a bit husky. “What are you on? Steroids? Some kind of super-Viagra?”
“What do you mean?” I turn to gaze at her. She’s naked except for her skirt and red Converse shoes. I probably should’ve taken those off, but…
“You were immediately hard again.”
“Oh.” I laugh. “I just liked seeing my cum on you. And so…” I lift my arm up straight in the air.
She covers her mouth, but I can still hear her laugh.
The sight really did turbocharge my libido. She looked like a goddess who’d been violated and defiled. My dick in her mouth. My mouth on her clit. My fingers in her pussy. It was like there was a war inside me whether to worship or corrupt her, and I finally ended it by pushing my dick inside her hot, tight pussy.
I pull her closer. “We should shower again.”
She makes a circle on my breastbone with one finger. The touch is distracting, but in a pleasant way. “I’m going to shower in my room,” she says after a moment.
“We should conserve water.”
She laughs. “If we try to ‘conserve water,’ I’ll never get clean.”
“I’m an excellent washer.”
She laughs harder. “You swear we’re only going to wash?”
“That’s the objective, but you might get ideas and make some other demands. Since I’m an agreeable husband, I’ll probably indulge you.” To be honest, I feel so good right now that I’d probably say yes to anything she wanted. I used to think that it was stupid as hell when men just gave women whatever they wanted after sex, because I’ve never, ever felt like saying yes just because I got laid. But sex with Luce is beyond satisfying. It’s like getting fed a gourmet seven-course meal.
And I want more.
“I’m starving, though,” she says.
“I have an idea for some extra protein…”
“Stop. I’m talking about a real meal. Like tacos.”
I smile. “Perfect. That’s my middle name.”
“What?”
I must’ve said it too seriously, because she’s looking like she can’t decide if she should believe me or smack my shoulder for making a joke. “I’m just kidding, although it could’ve been.”
“How?”
“You said you were hungry. So why don’t you go get ready, and I’ll tell you over some good Mexican food?”
“Deal.”
She levers herself up and goes out. I watch her, licking my lips. Does she know how hot she is, walking off while disheveled from sex with me?
I sit up, thinking about how to get her back in bed later. Living under the same roof isn’t enough.
I should move into her room. If she’s not one hundred percent into it yet, that’s fine. I can start sleeping in her bed one night at a time.