Her fingers danced over her clit as her pussy started fluttering around me. I reached down and pushed her hand aside to take over, to give her exactly what she needed to join me, so I could feel her pussy milking every last drop from my dick.
“Now,” I demanded, landing a short, sharp slap against her clit.
Her back arched and her mouth opened wide with a silent scream, and I tapped her pussy one more time as she convulsed around my length. The tight clasp of her hot channel as she climaxed sent me over the edge, and with a feral growl I came so hard that my vision blackened around the edges and my entire body shuddered. I thrust one more time, burying my shaft as deep as I could go as semen blasted out the tip of my cock.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life, hard enough that I felt every nerve ending along my damp skin tingle.
Shuddering and panting, we clung together as we drifted back down to earth, a sweaty tangle of trembling limbs.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted as she pushed a damp strand of hair out of her face.
She winced as I withdrew from the warm, tight clasp of her body and stood.
“Like what?” I asked, reaching out to help her to her feet. I kept her hand held tightly in mine as I pulled her into my bedroom, all the way into the master bathroom.
“So…electric,” she said thoughtfully. She glanced around my bathroom and arched an eyebrow, looking impressed with the en suite. “Denton, this isreallynice.”
“Thanks,” I said as I leaned over to turn on the shower.
As the water warmed up, I pulled two fluffy towels out of the linen closet and stacked them on the counter, then pulled Marcie close to me again, relishing the feel of her naked skin against mine. “And I’m not surprised that fucking you felt that way again.”
“I wondered if it was a fluke the first time,” she said softly as she pulled the band from her hair and shook out her ponytail, letting her dark hair cascade around her shoulders and down her back. “The drinks or just the rush of doing it with a stranger or something.”
I stepped into the shower, pulling her in behind me before I closed the glass door and wrapped my arms around her under the rainfall showerheads. The steam billowed around us as she gazed up at me, and the steady flow of water saturated her thick strands.
“It’s not a fluke, Marcie,” I finally said, placing a soft, adoring kiss on her lips, needing her to see and feel and admit to what I already knew. “Everything about this connection between us isreal.”
“Yeah,” she replied, burrowing closer against my chest. “I’m beginning to realize that.”
She smiled at me then, a brilliant smile that I felt straight through into the deepest parts of myself. The parts that I thought would never feel anything remotely close to this again after my wife had walked out on me.
And maybe that was right—Ididn’tfeel like I ever had with Elyse, but maybe what I felt for Marcie was better. Deeper. Stronger.
Chapter Nine
Marcie
“What do you think we should do next?” I said.
Denton and I lay curled together in his bed, naked after our shared shower. From my spot, with my cheek pressed against his chest, his strong heartbeat was a reassuringthump-thumpin my ear.
“Well, I thought maybe you could stay the night,” he said, his voice light. “Then in the morning, I could make us some eggs for breakfast.”
I gently swatted his firm belly, then paused to run my fingers over the impressively taut muscles. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He shifted until I lay on my back, gazing up at him as he looked down at me with his head propped up on his hand. He was so damn gorgeous and sexy, and unable to stop myself, I reached up and ran my fingers over his full, sensual lips. He caught my wrist in his free hand and dropped a kiss on my palm.
“What do you want, Marcie?” he asked gently. “What does your gut tell you?”
“I haven’t—" I started, then broke off to consider my words. “I haven’t really been seriously involved with anyone in years. Just a few dates and some hookups. I told myself that I was too busy with the store, but now I’m wondering if that wasn’t entirely true.”
Denton didn’t answer, but his silence wasn’t oppressive or judgmental. He listened—considered everything I said, and I felt almost flustered by his undivided attention.
“I had a really serious boyfriend—Lucas—and we moved to Seattle together to go to the same college. We both wanted to live here, and I had this whole thing planned out. I would finish school, open a store, we would get married and live happily ever after.” I laughed at myself. “God, it sounds so dumb now.”
Denton leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “It’s not dumb. A lot of people want those things.Mostpeople. People grow and change is all.”
I nodded and nestled closer, tracing the firm muscles of his arm with a fingertip. “Anyway, I did really well in school, and he struggled a little more, and he didn’t really like that. I felt like I couldn’t do anything without accounting for how it would affect Lucas’s ego.”