Would sex talk help?

”Baby, it feels amazing to be fucking you while feel being rocked at the same time by your magical fingers inside … unnhhh… me,” I murmured into her ear, and then sucked her ear lobe with my lips. She bit on the side of my neck, and bore down harder on my hand.

”You’re a sex goddess,” she groaned as hips moved at a faster pace up and down.

Remembering another trick from last night, I curled my fingers and brushed hard against her soft walls, creating a wet, sucking sound as I mimicked her rhythm, meeting her downward thrusts with my upward thrusts hard.

She cried out, “Baby, that’s it!” and then momentarily lost the smooth expert rhythm of her hand fucking me furiously. Our bodies grew more frantic as we rocked and swayed against each other in the stepped-up rhythm our hands were following.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer. ”Aerin, I’m cumming!!!” I cried out, regretfully.

”Right behind you, baby,” she groaned, her eyes tightly shut, eyebrows furrowed, mouth shaped in an O as she bore down and concentrated. She pumped down harder on my hand, and I screamed her name one more time as the monstrous orgasm hit me like an earthquake.

“I lo-o-o-v-e you Harley!!!” she bellowed as her own climax hit her half a beat later. We continued pumping each other, more gently this time, as we rode the waves of our orgasms.

As our breaths returned, we trembled against each other, kissed each other’s faces, whispered promises of eternal love, and wrapped an arm each over the other.

It felt like an eon passed before we finally released our mutual embrace and collapsed on our backs, still gasping for air and quivering.

I was done. I knew she wanted to talk about serious things, but, really, my body could take no more of this.

As my eyes shut, and I turned on my side to face her, she somehow pulled the covers over us and reached for my remote control to switch all the lights out. I adjusted my head to lay it on the nook between the curve of her shoulder and neck, and threw a leg carelessly over her body and an arm across her chest.

“Harley, as I said there’re things I have to tell you,” she began, her voice, incredibly enough, sounding recharged and strong.

I murmured something incoherently and then fell dead asleep in her arms.

The last thing I felt was her kiss on my hair, and the last thing I heard was her whisper, “Okay, tomorrow morning then. I love you, Harley Barton-Ash.”

And I love you Aerin, I answered in my mind.

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