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in easier as he continued to fuck me. I never felt more aroused with anyone but him. I was like a geyser of water. He pressed his hand over my clitoris and rubbed it in a circular motion, making my orgasm feel that much better and satisfying. It last ed a few seconds longer, making all the stress I had earlier in the day melt away. He stared at me, watching me come.
    I grabbed his face and kissed him, rolling him over at the same time. He was still inside me as I started to ride him, my tits in his face. I grabbed his hands and placed them behind his head, making sure I did all the work. I rose up high so the tip almost came out then slammed back down, taking him in completely. Sean grabbed my left hand and placed it over his heart, his fingers touching my ring. He stared at me, mouth open as he watched me ride him. His fingers interlaced through mine as he thrust his hips upwards. When he started moaning and grabbed my hip, I knew he was about to explode.
    “Come for me,” I whispered.
    That sent him over the edge, practically yelling as he came inside me. His hand squeezed mine until he was completely done. He lied back, catching his breath.
    I leaned over and kissed him on the head.
    Instinctively, he grabbed my tits and kissed the nipple before he closed his eyes.
    “Why do you do that?” I asked.
    “Hmm?”
    “You always hold my hand, touching my ring.”
    He opened his eyes again. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “How?”
    “You’re committed to me. The ring symbolizes it. Everyone knows you belong to someone. I get off knowing that someone is me. When I we ar my ring, you’ll see exactly what I mean.”
    “That’s creepy but sweet at the same time.”
    He chuckled. “I’m a creepy guy.”
    I leaned down and licked his chest, feeling the sweat on my tongue. “I’m not normal either.”
    “No, you aren’t,” he said as he closed his eyes. “You’re the biggest whore I’ve ever met.” He yawned. “I’m so glad my future wife is such a slut for me.”
    I rolled my eyes but he couldn’t see me. He seemed to think that sex was the most important thing to me, that if I desired him sexually I wouldn’t run off with someone else. I wasn’t sure why he thought that. I loved him because of so many other reasons. His moves in the bedroom were just a bonus.
    When his breathing started to change, I knew he drifted off to sleep. We were meeting downstairs, but I knew Sean was tired. I decided to let him nap while I went down and joined my family. Sean would text me when we woke up.
    As soon as we landed, I felt the scorching heat of Nevada. They weren’t kidding about the heat. I pulled on jean shorts and a top with sandals, which I hardly wore in Seattle. I took the elevator downstairs then went into the lobby of the Bellagio hotel. We agreed to meet in the bar so I walked inside. Cortland was sitting at the bench, a beer in front of him.
    “I’m glad someone decided to show up,” he said as he pulled out the chair next to him, allowing me to sit down.
    “Where’s Monnique?”
    He took a drink of his beer. “She was tired from the travel.”
    I smiled. “So that means you had sex and now she’s sleepy.”
    “You caught me,” he said with a smile. “She always gets tired after sex. I can barely get her up.”
    “Well, it’s pretty exerting. You screw like an animal.”
    He turned in his chair and looked at me. “I can ’t tell if that’s a compliment.”
    “I came back for more, didn’t I?”
    “I do have game.”
    I crossed my legs as I looked at him. I was glad that our relationship had been saved. We could be completely open with one another, which was appreciated. I told Sean everything since he was my best friend, but I liked talking to Cortland too. He and I had a connection the moment we met. We just got along. Sometimes I wished he was a girl so I could spend even more time with him, but then I realized that would be weird because I did sleep with him a few