Chaser (Dive Bar #3)(64)

“Okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “Just give me a moment.”

I pressed my lips to her cheek, her nose, her chin. It wasn’t easy, resisting the urge to move. Though I could manage. Right up until when she wiggled beneath me, her inner muscles clutching at my cock.

“Goddammit.” I hid my face in her neck, trying not to grind into her and only losing the battle a little.

“Move now.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

I slid out nice and easy, plunging back in a bit harder. Then the next time a touch faster, building things up gradually. She made a good loud noise, digging her heels into my ass and her nails into my back. Hard nipples scratched at my chest, my balls slapping against her gorgeous ass. Her hips raised to meet every thrust, her body writhing beneath me. Everything fucking perfect. I’d never thought much about exactly what was involved in making love. But sex with Jean felt about as good as anything could get.

Electricity spiked up and down my spine and I couldn’t hold out much longer. With a hand beneath her ass, I gathered her body closer. All the better an angle to stimulate her clit and generally pray she’d come. All of her body tensed, eyelids squeezing shut, locking out the world. As everything inside of her focused, her pussy clutched at my cock, milking me dry. No way I could resist.

We both came, bodies trembling, skin dripping sweat.

My sight darkened, my mind blasted into outer space. Quite possibly, come shot out of me at something close to light speed. But since I had no way of measuring it, we’ll never know. Pretty damn sure though that I died there for a minute. Still, even in death, it would be rude to just collapse on top of the woman.

I struggled off of her before collapsing facedown. Shit. What an experience. There was every chance I’d never need sex ever again. Until next time she opened her door with my name a whisper on her lips.

Jean curled up against me and I rolled onto my side, drawing her in closer.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I grunted.

Silence.

The musky scent of sex filled the room. But this wasn’t just any sex. This was sex care of Jean and me. If only someone could bottle it or make a car air freshener out of it or something so I could smell it whenever I wanted. Slightly wrong and perverted, but I’d be willing to pay. Such great memories and hopefully there’d be many more to come.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I blurted out. “Just, you know. Post-come float. My mind is far away.”

“Okay.” She shifted a little, the mattress moving. “Was it all right … the sex?”

I raised up on one elbow. “Are you kidding me?”

The expression on her face said no. Unbelievable.

“How should I put this?” I sighed. “Your vagina is officially my new new happy place.”

She burst out laughing. “New new?”

“You don’t take my feelings seriously at all, do you?”

“No, I do. Sorry,” she said. “Please explain.”

“Well, first hanging out with you was my happy place.” I grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath my head. “Then it was making out with you. But now, it’s very much your vagina.”

“Sure it’s not just vaginas in general?”

“No,” I said adamantly. “It’s specifically what’s between your legs. No one else’s legs will do.”

“That might just be the strangest compliment I’ve ever received.”

“Not that I don’t dig the whole package. But it’s sincerely and affectionately meant.”

Chewing on the side of her thumb, she rested her head on my bicep. “Thank you, Eric.”

“For what?”

I felt more than saw her shrug. “I don’t know. For just being you.”

“I’m me all the time,” I said. “It’s something of a specialty of mine. But you’re very welcome.”

Then she yawned, jaw cracking.

“Actually,” I said, thinking it over. “Not sure that’s exactly true. Maybe I’m more me with you, if that makes sense.”

For a moment, she said nothing. “It makes sense. In a lot of ways, I think maybe I’m more me with you too. You just take me as I am. I don’t have to try to be more or pretend or anything. I can just relax and exist, you know?”

“Yes. I’ve got to go deal with the condom.” I slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Jean was fast asleep. Not a big surprise, what with Ada having extra trouble settling the last few days. Quietly, I got dressed enough to be mostly decent for the wander over to my own apartment before turning out the light. I was just about to pick up my boots when a certain little baby girl started making snuffling noises followed by a few small cries. I gave her a minute to decide if she was really going to wake up or just go back to sleep. But no, the cries got louder and more exuberant.

“Is that Ada?” Jean mumbled sleepily. And she’d had night after night of this followed by awesome sex with me. The woman was worn out and needed her rest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said. “I’ll get her.”

“You got her?”

“Yeah. Go back to sleep.” Carefully, I closed Jean’s bedroom door. I’d have patted myself on the back for being the best friend with benefits ever, but I had a baby to look after.