Bea hums happily as she grips the base of me and sinks down an inch, then another. Then she stops. She stops, leaving me on an agonizing precipice. “Do you have something to say, James?” Her fingers sweep up my stomach, her muscles clench around me, and that’s my breaking point.

I growl as I grip her hips. “Fucking hell, woman. Ride my cock right now and make me come.”

“Gladly.” On one steady thrust, she seats herself on me, braces her hands on my waist, and does what I’ve told her to, riding me hard. I thrust up into her, climbing a height I never have before, every inch of me more dizzyingly sensitized than it’s ever been. Her hands on my chest, the softness of her backside as she lands on me with each roll of her hips. Her breasts, soft and delicate in my hands as they bounce with her movement. Her small, slippery clit swelling for me as I rub it with my thumb.

Our eyes hold as Bea works herself on me, as she brings us closer to what I already know will be the most intense come of my life. When she throws her head back and cries my name, clenching me in tight, rhythmic spasms, I grip her waist and thrust home, pouring into her.

When my hips finally stop moving, she falls off of me. “That,” she gasps, “backfired on me a little.”

“Don’t worry,” I pant, curling her inside my arms and kissing her deeply. “You still came out on top.”

She snorts a laugh. “That was such a dad joke.” Quiet settles between us as she runs her fingers through my hair. “You, sir, look thoroughly tupped.”

“My thanks to you, madam.”

Her eyes roam my face. “You’re beautiful,” she whispers. “One day I’ll paint you like this.”

Tracing her tattoos with my fingertips, I tell her, “You’re beautiful, too, you know. The most beautiful.”

On a contented sigh, she slides her leg over mine and curls up closer. I kiss her forehead, tucking in the blankets around us. “Let’s never leave,” she whispers.

“It’s a plan. Except for one very important day that’s coming up.”

She lifts her head, frowning at me. “What?”

“Halloween, of course. Not only do I need help eating unconscionable amounts of fun-sized candy, but I have an artist girlfriend, and I need her help with my costume.”

Bea squeals with delight as she hugs me so hard, it knocks me back and sends us tumbling off the bed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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“Not too many kids out,” Bea says around a bite of Milky Way, shifting in her crab costume. “Damn shame. More candy for me.”