The orgasm took everything from me and left me feeling weirdly raw.

I blinked, swallowed against the dryness in my throat, and waited for my heart rate to return to normal.

Mamma mia, I was fucking shaking.

August withdrew from me and reached over to the nightstand for a box of tissues.

My ass was gonna be sore as hell tomorrow.

“I’d get you a wet towel, but I’m not ready yet.” He spoke quietly as he cleaned up my stomach.

I didn’t know what required readiness for grabbing a towel, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to leave the bed, much less the room. Once he was done, he tossed the tissues aside and buried us under the covers, where he gathered me in his arms. And it felt indescribable. I plastered myself to his body and snuck a leg between his.

I breathed in deeply, my mouth watering from the strong smell of sex. Of us.

He exhaled at the same time and lifted my chin. “You’re amazin’, darlin’.”

So are you.

I kissed him unhurriedly, teasing my tongue with his, and got settled to share his pillow. “Ditto.” I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb over his silvery stubble. “I, uh…I should go to the bathroom and clean up.”

He gripped my ass cheek and squeezed, which didn’t exactly help prevent his come from slowly trickling out of my thoroughly fucked ass. “That’s a matter of opinion,” he informed me. “And my opinion trumps yours.”

I chuckled into a quick kiss. “What’s your opinion, then?”

He made that very clear by brushing a finger over my sensitive opening. “That I prefer to play with your pretty little asshole when it’s wet with Daddy’s come.”

“Jesus.” I turned my face into the pillow and let out a big breath. “You and Camden have the filthiest fuckin’ mouths.”

He rumbled a chuckle and kissed my shoulder.

Eventually, he stopped playing with my pretty little asshole too, and he hugged me tightly to him.

“Speaking of Camden,” he said. “I apologize for going on too much about our situation. He and I haven’t shared a bed with another man since the very beginning of our relationship when we were more focused on kink, so I suppose I’m a bit rusty.”

I eased back a little so I could look at him properly. “Have I complained? If anything, I want more answers. I’m interested in your dynamic.”

He smiled faintly and stroked my cheek. “Still. It’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re on your vacation and deserve a little carefree fun. That doesn’t entail playing therapist to me.”

I snorted and leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “How about you let me decide what I want on my vacation. And that’s a rhetorical question, you rusty old man.”

Amusement and warmth seeped into his eyes again. “That’s fair. As long as this rusty old man gets to do unspeakable things to you, it’s all good.”