I saw the uncertainty on her face, then, as we moved from passion toward composure, and I sought to reassure her. Pulling her against me-she was so slight, I could easily gather her into my arms, and I did, sitting her in my lap as I settled in the
“big chair.”
“Did I-?”
“You pleased me.” I anticipated her question, covering her damp throat with kisses. “Beyond pleased. Believe me.”
She seemed satisfied and settled herself in my lap with a happy sigh, one that absolutely thrilled me. I glanced over at the spot we’d been standing, the book still pulled out on the shelf, the desk where our work was piled up, the things we’d shoved aside so we could have a space between to come together. I took it all in, smiling, and I knew, work to do or not, we were going to be in for a long night 11
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Ralph logged on nearly every night now when Dee went to bed. She got up earlier than he did and would often fall asleep on the couch during the ten o’clock news.
On these occasions, he’d nudge her awake and hustle her off to bed with an, “I’ll be there soon.” She was usually asleep again before her head fit the pillow, and he would sit in the living room with his laptop on a TV tray, his hand wrapped around the thick, pulsing length of his cock and the newscasters’ reports of doom and gloom muted while he communed with a goddess.
Her name was Julianne. Of course, it wasn’t really, but they pretended it was real-they pretended it was all real-and it was good enough for him. He’d never have believed a virtual connection could feel so genuine, but it did. Sometimes he thought he could feel her skin, and her eyes always, always seemed to be looking straight into him.
Nothing could have prepared him for the experience, and nothing could have kept him from it, now.