Page 64 of Sunny Undone

I slip my hands beneath her ass, put my hands between her and the firmness of the earth beneath my T-shirt. It opens her to me, changes the angle.

“Fuck.”

I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. The one that tells me I’m getting close.

I’m breathless, burying my head against Della’s neck, smelling the powerful combination of her scent and dry earth. “Shit, Della.”

And then, my orgasm powers through me, blasting a hole wide open in my chest.

I’m safe with her.

I know it.

It feels right to trust Della. And it makes all the difference in the world.

I thrust into her twice more, then strain against her as I work through the complex knot of feelings rushing through me in the space the orgasm left behind.

Della places her hands in my hair, holding my head to her, as we both catch our breath.

“Unexpected,” I manage to say.

Della smiles lazily, lying on her back in the dirt, looking up at the clouds, her clothes around her knees. “Hardly. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “Honestly? I thought you’d stop me, at some point.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “You’re not the most laid-back woman I ever met, Indy. That’s not a criticism. Just, I thought we might have to ease into fucking outside the bed.”

Della looks like she doesn’t know whether to be offended or not. “We had sex in the shower.”

“Yeah. We did. But out here, that’s altogether different.”

She reaches her hand to my cheek. “Or maybe, you are underestimating me. You’ve woken me up.”

That’s a compliment that makes me feel good inside. “Tell me more.”

Della shifts her hands to her face, her cheeks growing pink. “That might be pushing things.”

I wrap my fingers around her wrist, bring the back of her hand to my lips, then release her. “I don’t think it is. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about when it comes to sex between the two of us.”

She takes a deep breath, blows it out, then almost knocks me out with four words. “Free use and somnophilia,” she says. “You know, where you’re asleep, and suddenly, he’s inside you. I keep thinking about how good it felt when you dipped inside me without a condom. It felt delicious and naughty. I think that’s the same with free use. There’s something…I don’t know…nice about consenting to not consent, if you know what I mean.”

My eyes go wide, and my cock twitches inside her, even though I know I need at least another twenty minutes before we can do that again. “You want to wake up to me fucking you without a condom?”

She shakes her head, and I feel a flicker of disappointment until she clarifies. “No. With a condom, just pretend that you, you know, aren’t wearing it.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re giving me permission for some kinky, lacking consent in the moment role-play, where you wake up with my cock already in you, and I pretend I’m not wearing protection.”

She places both hands back over her face again, and I use the moment to reach between us and pull out of her before I go soft and the condom gets left behind. “Yes.”

I can’t help but grin, because as much as I’m enjoying the way she’s blushing furiously, I’m excited about this conversation. “You know, we could both get tested and do away with the condom altogether.”

She shakes her head. “Maybe one day, but not yet. I’m not on the pill.”

“What else do you want to try? I could break into your place and creep upstairs and⁠—”

Della sits up straight. “God. No. That would scare me half to death. I could hit you with a skillet and you’d be dead and that wouldn’t be fun for any of us.”