Page 90 of Sunny Undone

Della nods, frantically.

“Not without me,” I say, the word coming out on a grunt.

I grip her hip firmly and hammer into her earnestly. When it’s not enough, I flip her onto her front, my legs outside of hers and rail her into the pillow.

She grunts, cries out, clutches at the bedding and pillow.

“Fuck, Della, yeah. Come for me, Indy. Make all the noise you need.”

The scream she makes when she cries out is muffled by the pillow beneath her. But there is something so uncontrolled and raw about it. I catch sight of the kind of woman I know is buried beneath the spreadsheets and observations and measured passion.

And I want her.

I bury my head beside hers. “So…fucking weak when it comes...to you.” I manage to get the words out before the first wave of my own orgasm hits hard. I’m not sure I breathe as my world spins, as Della’s body tenses, and then, utterly relaxes beneath mine.

I hold myself buried deep inside her, trying to find something to tether myself to as I suck in air.

“Indy,” I mutter next to her, and she shivers. Waves, so intense my sight blurs, wash over me, and then they pass, leaving me lost in the scent and warmth of Della.

She turns her head. “Everything I hoped,” she manages to say between breaths.

I kiss her cheek. “Good. I’m just gonna die here, for a moment.”

Della groans. “Not too long. You’re, like, double my weight.”

As I reach for the condom and slide out of her, I notice there’s blood on it. Quite a bit of it.

“Della, I think you might have started your period, sweetheart.” I reach for a tissue and remove the condom and wipe my cock.

She leaps out of bed at breakneck speed. “What? Oh God. I’m sorry. Let me just…” She points to the bathroom. “Then, I’ll do the⁠—”

“Hey,” I say, getting out of the bed to go to her as she wrings her hands. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just a bit of blood.”

She looks up at me, all pink cheeked with just-fucked hair. In other words, she looks delicious. “I studied biology and I am a woman. I know it’s just a bit of blood, but I’m…I…it’s private. And I hope it hasn’t stained your sheets and⁠—”

I grab her to me and wrap my arms tight around her. “Della. Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m not upset. I’m not gonna get upset, ever, by a bit of blood. And unless you have a strong aversion to it, I’m gonna fuck you when you have your period again, because I’m not gonna spend twenty-five percent of our lives not fucking. Again, respectfully, if it doesn’t hurt you.”

She shakes her head but presses her forehead to my chest. “It didn’t. And it also explains the pizza craving and my choice of questions last night.”

“You got the shit you need with you to take care of it, or do you need me to pop out to the store and get you some supplies?”

“Stop talking, Sunny.”

I chuckle at that, and then, step back, forcing her to look at me. “Listen, Little Miss Scientist. Honestly, why are you freaking out?”

“Guys don’t tend to like this stuff.” She points to the sheets, at the world’s tiniest patch of blood on the navy sheets. “And I’m sorry it made a mess of your bedding.”

“So, they become the sex-while-Della’s-got-her-period sheets. We can wash ‘em. But if ever you stay over and it’s an issue, we’ll just change the bedding to these and fuck in ‘em. Not a problem.”

She blows out a breath.

Then, another.

I rub her biceps.

“We good?” I ask.

“We’re good,” she says, finally, and puts her arms around me. And it’s not a hardship because an armful of naked Della is a pretty cool thing.