Page 110 of Spicy Ever After
I clear my throat and let myself count to five before I answer. “So I don’t come in two pumps like a fifteen-year-old.”
A few seconds pass in silence. I open my eyes.
Hattie looks confused.
“Don’t you want to come? I thought that’s what we were going for.”
I crack up. God, she’s the cutest fucking thing.
“Yes,” I confirm, nodding. “But I don’t want it to be over before it starts. And I want to prove to you that I can last longer than three seconds.”
She triple blinks. “Would you be disappointed if I came in three seconds?”
I nearly choke. “I’d fucking love it.”
Color rises on her cheeks and a shy smile peeks out from her lips. “You would?”
I cup her face with my free hand and glide my thumb down her cheek. “I’d lose my mind.”
She gives me a little shrug. “Then why would it be a bad thing for me to do the same to you?”
She’s got me there.
“Um… It’s a… masculinity thing.”
Her brows lift. “Oh. Like the longer you last, the more manly you are?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Something like that.” Then shake my head because that’s not all. “But it’s also an indication of how—if I—I mean—the longer a guy lasts, the implication is that he’ll bring his partner more pleasure.”
Hattie blinks. “But you’ve already brought me pleasure.”
Another good point.
“True.”
She frowns. “This concept sounds a little toxic.”
A rueful smile splits my face. “It might be.”
Under my hand, her fingers flutter. “So… can I make you come?”
And just like that, I glimpse what having Hattie in my life means. The shedding of anything that isn’t real or true.
No pretense.
I release her hand. “Please.”
I want to remember this look of delight in her eyes, the way her excited smile almost turns them to little crescents, but cognition breaks down the second her hand glides back up.
“How can you be so silky here?”
I open my mouth to attempt an answer—something about matching the silk of her pussy—but then her second hand joins in and I moan. And promptly shut my eyes.
“God, it’s so… pretty.” Her touch glides up before each thumb skates over my crown. “I didn’t expect it to be so pretty.”
I bite my lips together and breathe through my nose.
“Oh,” she whispers reverently. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Your neck looks… tight. Is that a good sign?”
