A few minutes later, we collapse onto the bed.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself. The way you picked me up. It was different.”
“Different how?”
“I mean, not to compare you to my ex, but he wasn’t a very big guy. Only about five-nine. My height.”
I grin.
“Why are you grinning at me?”
“I’m six-three,” is all I say.
“If you’re wondering if you’re bigger, here,” she reaches down, grabbing my balls. “The answer is a resounding yes. I also like how when you pick me up you feel solid. Not like I might topple you over.”
“You? You barely weigh anything.”
“Oh, my. You do know how to sweet talk a girl,” she says, kissing my neck.
She keeps kissing my neck, so I grab her hips and pull her on top of me.
She leans down, her long hair falling across her face, and kisses me. This time, more urgently.
My body quickly responds, going from relaxed to taut, and I slide her on top of my dick.
“Do you like being on top?” I ask.
“Yes, but I was thinking there are some other things we haven’t tried yet.”
“Hmm, you’re right. I wouldn’t want you to get bored,” I tease, taking one of her nipples between my teeth. Then I flip her over and pin her underneath me.
“I will admit, I used to think this position meant boring. Not with you.”
“I don’t think it will ever be boring with you,” I tell her, truthfully. But then I flip her over and pull her up on her knees.
“Oh, Dawson,” she says, as I slide two fingers into her.
I push my chest tight into her back, almost spooning her.
As I rub my fingers roughly across her wetness, she moans again.
“Now, Dawson,” she says, and she doesn’t have to ask twice.
Later, we’re thoroughly exhausted and tangled in the sheets.
“I won a sex position of the day calendar at our Christmas white elephant exchange,” she says. “I’ve never used it.”
“Are you suggesting we do?”
She giggles. “It might be fun.”
“At the rate we’re going, we’ll blow through that thing in a month.”
“You think you can do 365 positions in thirty days? That’s over ten a day.”
I give her ass a little slap. “Are you suggesting I couldn’t? Are you challenging me?”
“Maybe,” she says, raising an eyebrow.
“I accept. But if you win, you have to come home with me for Thanksgiving.”
“I don’t know if I can. I wouldn’t want my dad to be alone.”
“We could bring him too.”
“Thanksgiving is well over a month away.”
“Are you thinking we won’t still be . . .” I say, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“Do you think we will?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t. The girls loved meeting you. Ava told me you were really pretty and asked if you were a movie star too.”
“Really? They’re both such nice girls. Although, I think you might have to lock Harlow in her room until she’s twenty. She’s a natural flirt.”
“I know. She already has Dallas’ boys wrapped around her little finger.”
“Can I ask you a personal question, Dawson?”
“Sure.”
“You said something that’s stuck with me.”
“What’s that?”
“That I was the best kiss you’d ever had.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I smile, while running my hand down her side.
“Isn’t that kind of disrespectful to your wife? To say I’m the best?”
“Hmm.” I frown. “Yeah, I suppose it is. My wife should have been the best kiss of my life or why did I marry her, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I feel like I’ve known you forever, Vanessa. I forget that you don’t know the details of my life. Whitney and I had a long history. We dated in high school until around the end of our junior year when she broke up with me. It was hard on me. I thought I loved her. Once I was out of the relationship, I started to realize that I was immature and what we had wasn’t what love should be. She was manipulative, controlling, and needy all at the same time. My freshman year in college, she came back into my life. We hung out and had sex twice using condoms that she gave me. A short time later, she told me she was pregnant.”
“And you married her? It sounds like she got pregnant on purpose.”
“I told you she was manipulative. I wasn’t going to marry her. My family told me over and over not to marry her. And I didn’t until after Ava was born. Anyone who doesn’t believe in insta-love hasn’t held their baby in their arms. Whitney told me if I wanted to be part of the baby’s life, we’d be getting married. So, we did.”
“But you could have sued for custody or gotten visitation rights.”
“I could have, but I didn’t. I wanted to be with her every day. And, surprisingly, we got along pretty well. I was determined to make the best of it and we had Harlow a few years later.”
“How did she die?”