“Matt, please,” she says.

“Condom?” I ask. She points to her bedside table, and I reach for it. I really don’t want to leave her because she feels so f**king good I can barely stand it.

“We need one?” she asks. I sit up on my knees so I can roll it on, and she lies there in the light of day, all exposed and pink and so f**king perfect.

“It would take a miracle for me to get you pregnant,” I say. But I do need it because if there’s no barrier between me and her, I’m going to go off the second I get inside her. So I roll it down my shaft and hope I can last long enough for her.

She giggles. “Because I want all the children in the whole wide world. Every last one. My three are definitely not enough.”

My heart stalls. I fall down beside her instead of on top of her. She rolls toward me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Don’t joke about that,” I say. “If you want more kids, you had better tell me now because I can’t give you any.” My heart’s beating like I just ran a mile, and I am afraid that it’s going to shatter like the glass vase I broke when I was six. There were pieces of it everywhere. I worry for her health if that happens. She’ll get stabbed. Oh f**k. I throw my arm over my eyes.

Sky climbs on top of me, kind of like she did earlier, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands on my chest. She kisses through the dusting of hair on my chest. “I’m sorry I ruined it,” she says quietly. She lays her face on my chest and rests the weight of her slight little body on me fully. She’s warm and soft and…wet? I look down and see her wiping a tear from her eye.

Shit. I f**ked it all up. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I say quietly.

“I’m not crying for me, you dummy,” she says. She smacks my hands away when I try to wipe her tears.

“Then why the f**k are you crying?” I ask.

“I was crying for you,” she whispers.

Shit. She can undo me so easily. “Because I can’t have kids?”

She snorts. “Because you want kids.” She grins. “I just happen to have three, Matt. I can share them with you, if you’ll let me.”

Well, I’d planned to do that anyway. She wiggles on top of me, and she’s so wet and warm that I can’t keep from grinding up into her.

“You ever going to show me what that piercing can do? You said it’s magical, right?”

I take her hips in my hands and put her right where I want her. “Sit up a little bit so I can get to stuff,” I say.

“You calling my girly parts stuff?” she asks. But she’s not crying anymore. She’s laughing.

I reach down between us and lift my dick, pointing it toward the center of her. She’s wet against my fingertips when I test her to see if she’s ready for me. She’s ready. I push inside her and she stills, her breaths stopping.

“Okay?” I ask.

Her eyes close, and she puts her weight on her palms, which she lies flat on my chest. She spreads her legs a little wider and slides down the length of me so, so, so slowly.

“Little bit more,” I coax. My breath is choppy, and I can barely speak.

“There’s more?” she grits out.

I look between us. “Yep.” I laugh.

She bounces rather indelicately, and I lift my hips at the same time. I disappear inside her, and all I can see is where her naked skin meets mine.

“God, I hope that’s all of it,” she says. But she’s smiling. She’s all silky and soft and hot and so f**king mine.

“Don’t move.”

“Why not?” she asks. Then she tilts her hips and lifts up, and I can see where we’re joined. I’m all wet and shiny with her, and then she falls, taking me back inside.

Sky balances on her hands so she can speed up and slow down as she rides me. Her perfect tits bounce as she finds a rhythm, so I sit up a little to taste them.

She gives me a second but then pushes me back down to lie flat. “Let me love you, Matt,” she says.

I lift my hands and lace them behind my neck. It’s been a really long time since I’ve done this, but I can see that she’s already close. Her thighs shake, and her rhythm grows shaky. “I want you to come,” I say.

Sky takes one hand from my chest and parts her lower lips with it, circling her clit. I push her hand to the side and replace it with mine, catching her clit between my thumb and forefinger. I squeeze gently as she rides me, and her breaths start to catch.

My balls are trying to climb up my throat, but she’s close. I know I won’t have to wait long when her back arches and her head falls, when her body is racked by trembles. She squeezes my dick inside her, her walls milking me. But I don’t stop. I push her through it until she collapses on my chest, spent.

I roll her over and pull her leg up to her chest, tilting her bottom a little higher. Her eyes fall closed as sensations sweep her body, and I lunge once, twice, three times. Then I’m coming inside her. I let her leg fall so I can put my arms under her shoulders and clutch her to me. She turns her head and presses her lips to my neck, and the trembles rack me, too. I groan as I come inside her, and she meets my thrusts until being inside her becomes painful. I have to stop. I pull out of her with a hiss, and when I roll to move off her, she stops me with a hand in mine. “Don’t go,” she says.

“I’m not leaving.” I go to her bathroom and dispose of the condom, then wipe off. I go back to the bed and draw her across me, her head finding that spot that was made for her where my neck meets my shoulder.