Her fingers find it in an instant. Her eagerness and the new angle gives new meaning to torturous pleasure. Ermahgerd.

I fuck her as hard as I’ve dreamed of doing, but with every thrust and every slap of skin against skin, it somehow feels more meaningful too. It’s never felt this all-consuming before. I know Ginny in a way I’ve never known anyone else and that makes this better in so many ways. I can read her body and the emotions on her face.

She owns me as she falls apart beneath me for a second time. I fight to hold off my orgasm so that I can keep watching her, but with two more hard thrusts, my eyes slam shut and I follow.

I wrap an arm around her waist and fall onto the bed with her tucked into my front. We’re gasping for air together. I feel like I’ve landed in another dimension. This girl… fuck, this girl.

I really don’t want to move, but I need to clean up and I know she’ll want to, also.

I start to pull back and she grabs onto my forearm. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

“Just going to clean up. I’ll be right back.”

I slide out of bed and pad to the bathroom to wash up, grab a wet cloth and bring it back to her. She sits up and reaches for it.

“I got it.”

She leans back on both elbows while I take care of her; she watches me with a sleepy smile. After getting rid of the rag, I climb back into bed with her.

Neither of us speaks as we lie there drifting off. A peacefulness I wasn’t expecting after the day’s events settles in.

“Heath,” she says as I’m just about asleep.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’m bad at sex anymore.”

“No, baby doll.” I snicker. “You definitely aren’t.”

She yawns, snuggles into my side, and falls asleep in my arms.

The next morning I wake up before Ginny and head downstairs. Rauthruss is already in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He looks tired, hair sticking up everywhere.

“Long night?”

“Yeah, man. Real long night.”

“How’s Adam?”

“Sleeping hard. We’ve gotta get out of here soon though.”

I nod and grab some coffee too.

His phone pings and he lets out a sigh. “What a weekend.”

“That Carrie?”

“Yeah, she’s pissed because I forgot to call her last night.”

“Had a few things going on.”

“No shit.” He sighs. “I should call her, let her yell at me, and get it over with so I can start groveling.”

“Sounds awesome.” I chuckle as he heads outside.

I try to conjure an image of Ginny and me like that but can’t summon it.