That was… Jesus. I’ve never had it be like that with anyone else.

I felt primal, as though I needed to mark her as mine. As though I couldn’t get deep enough into her if I tried. As though I wanted us to become one. I need to check in with her, make sure it wasn’t too rough, and she doesn’t think I’m a madman or something.

I roll onto my side. “Was that too much?”

Her eyes pop open, and without moving her body, she turns her head in my direction. “I just had three orgasms back-to-back, Andrew. What would I possibly complain about?”

I chuckle and grin, then give her a chaste kiss. “Just let me take care of this condom.”

I stand and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I return to the room, Kenzie is already up from the bed and walking toward the bathroom. She’s still naked and I love how confident she is in her own skin around me. Most women I’ve been with seem to want to cover up as soon as we’re done, as though I hadn’t already seen them naked. But Kenzie just gives me a saucy grin over her shoulder before she shuts the bathroom door.

I return the pillows to the bed, then prop myself up against the headboard.

The toilet flushes and the tap runs, then Kenzie opens the door and makes her way over to the bed. I watch with avid interest the way her tits bounce ever so slightly when she walks. I have to shift my position to get comfortable because my dick is once again at half-chub.

She slips under the covers and scoots close to me, laying her cheek on my chest and wrapping her arm around my waist.

The TV is on, still playing some Christmas movie, but I get the sense that neither of us are paying it much attention. We’re both in our heads, mulling over what happened—at least I am.

After a few minutes, she tilts her head up to look at me. “Does this mean you think we can go the distance?”

For a moment, my muscles tense. It’s not because my answer is no. It’s just a decade of telling myself I can’t trust my instincts when it comes to women rearing its head. But I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax.

I know, have known for some time, that at some point, I’m going to have to take the plunge unless I want to end up alone for the rest of my life. So I swallow back every piece of me that wants to retreat and create some distance between us because this thing with Kenzie does feel right. If I can’t trust my own feelings, maybe I can trust hers.