I had no idea sex could be like this, so close and connected, but hot as hell at the same time. I’ve always had one or the other, never both, and I can’t help wishing we’d had better luck that night when we were kids, and that I’d only know this.
Only known her.
“Oh yes, yes,” Aria cries out, her body clenching tight around me, sending me tumbling over the edge a second later.
I groan as I thrust inside her one last time, losing myself in her sweetness, my entire being vibrating with a satisfaction so profound that, for several minutes after, I lie breathless on top of her, waiting for my body and soul to come back together again.
When they do, I start to pull away, to reach for my discarded tee-shirt to clean us up, but Aria wraps her legs around me, holding me prisoner.
“Not yet.” She traces lazy patterns on my back with her warm fingertips. “I don’t want you to leave yet.”
I relax, but stay propped up on my arms, smiling down at her. “Your cheeks are bright red.”
She giggles. “Hazard of being a redhead. Crying and coming, both of them make me pink all over.”
“I like you pink all over,” I say. “And I love being inside you.”
She bites her lip “Me, too. That was…all the good things.” She wraps her arms around me, lifting her head to press a kiss to my chest.
“It was,” I agree, kissing her neck. “If we’re that good at it our first time, think how amazing we’ll be in a year or two.”
She sighs. “We’ll be ready to join the Sex Olympics.”
“The multi-orgasmic division,” I murmur, nipping at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Yes, please,” she says with a giggle. “Though honestly I get excited if I get one. I’ve never gotten there that fast before. Especially with someone new.”
I pull back to meet her eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she says, adding in a softer voice. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me, too,” I confess. “I had no idea it could be like that. So intense, but…easy at the same time.”
“Natural,” she says, echoing my thoughts from earlier. “Like we were born to make each other feel good.”
“Agreed. It was exactly like that.”
She brushes my hair from my forehead. “So, we should probably do our best not to fuck this up, huh? At least not until we’ve had sex a few thousand more times?”
“At least. I’m telling you, staying married for real just makes sense logistically.” I shoot for a joking tone, but I’m holding my breath as I wait for her response.
I want this—want her—for real.
“I think you’re right,” she says, making my chest ache with relief.
“So, we’re going to give it a shot?”
She nods. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? We get divorced, and we were planning to do that anyway, so…”
I frown. “That’s a pessimistic way of looking at our future, March.”
“I just like to keep my feet on the ground, Geary.”
“I can think of way better places for your feet.”
She arches a brow. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. Like…behind my head for example.” I reach down, cupping the back of her thigh, urging her leg higher.
Her eyes widen. “I don’t know if I’m this flexible.”
“Oh, I think you are,’ I say, bringing her ankle to rest on my shoulder, my cock thickening inside her as I reach for her other thigh. “I believe in you, Aria March. But I need you to believe in me, too.”
“I believe in you,” she whispers, wiggling her hips as I lift her other leg, making my body even happier to see her, to feel her, to know she’s mine for the foreseeable future. “This position is way more comfortable than it looks in sexy videos.”
I arch a brow. “You like sexy videos?”
“I watch them every once and a while, but I like the real thing,” she says, her lashes fluttering as I pull out and glide slowly back inside her, giving her time to adjust to the angle. “And I love this. So much.”
“Me, too,” I echo. “I don’t ever want to stop.”
“Then don’t,” she says. “Don’t ever stop.”
I try my best, I really do, but eventually I lose control and spiral out all over again. But after a shower and a cup of ice water, I’m ready for round three and so is she.
We make up for lost time deep into the night until we finally pass out sometime around one in the morning, sated, spent, and perfectly tangled in each other’s arms.
Chapter Nineteen
Aria
One Week Later
“Seriously. I hate both of you!” Melody slaps a hand onto the prep table with an outraged huff.
I straighten, blinking in surprise as I shift my gaze from the nearly-finished cake in front of me to my sister’s outraged face. “What? Why? What did we do?”