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on a full breast, while the other worked over her wet pussy. Both of her hands were pumping my cock. I could only imagine one thing that would feel better.

As if reading my mind, she panted out the words, “I’m not sure how this stuff will work with a condom, so we should probably stick with pleasuring each other by hand for now. We can have sex after our shower.”

Her words held so much delectable promise of more erotic delights to come, I almost couldn’t contain my pleasure. Needing some form of release, I angled my face to kiss her. We panted and moaned into each other’s mouths as our hands strummed each other’s pleasure points.

When her back began to arch, I tweaked her nipple with one hand. My other hand was busy finger fucking her as my thumb rubbed over her clit. Her hand picked up speed as it moved over my cock.

“Look into my eyes and come,” I demanded.

We locked gazes and sailed over the edge together. It was easily the most intimate moment of my entire life.

I didn’t want it to ever end, but, of course, it had to.

29

Violet

I had never dreamed how intense having sex with Oliver would be. It felt like so much more than just mutual satiation of need, even though I knew it wasn’t––at least for him. Despite how much I had tried to guard my heart, having him stare deeply and lovingly into my eyes as we made each other come, was not exactly conducive to maintaining my distance.

When he got up to retrieve a hand-towel from the bathroom, I watched him go. The view of his backside was exquisite. When he returned, I openly perused him, before saying, “Nice view.”

“Back at you.” He gave me a wide smile as his gaze travelled leisurely down my naked body.

My instinct would normally be to cover up, but his appreciative look made me feel sexy, desirable, and confident.

He sat down beside me, unfolded the towel, and rubbed it along my abdomen––cleaning off the area where his hot cum had spurted out on me.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely when he finished, tossed the towel aside, and resumed his spot alongside me.

He nodded, but didn’t speak for a long moment. I was curious what he was thinking, but refused to sound needy by asking.

It was clear what he had been wondering about when he asked, “What was that magnificent goo?”

Glad that he enjoyed it as much as I did, I reached back to retrieve the jar. “It’s Nana Lana’s Super-Secret Magical Jelly. It’s coconut-oil based, but it has other top-secret ingredients in it, too––like love.”

I could tell by the air he expressed from his lungs, that I lost him on that last bit.

“Seriously. That’s what the mysterious lady that makes it says. She won’t give away her recipe, and she won’t mass produce it.”

“I’m surprised. She could clearly make a ton of money from it.”

“Yes, but she’s big on tradition, and she likes to know her customers. Dylan and I met her on our honeymoon in Hawaii.”

When I felt Oliver stiffen in my arms, I realized it had been a terrible time to bring up Dylan. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to mention my late husband while we’re naked together in bed.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of the lucky bastard.”

His words shocked me. Pulling back, I said solemnly, “He’s hardly lucky. He’s dead.”

He lightly rubbed my back, enticing me to return my head to his chest. “You’re right. That came out wrong. I’m just jealous of how much time he had you all to himself and of the special place he’ll always have in your heart. I want you to make room in there for me, too.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to his surprising statements. I didn’t want to make room for Oliver in my heart, but he was forcing his way in anyway.

He said all of the right things, but it made me wonder about his widespread reputation as a player. Was I just falling for his ploy? Was I destined to be another in his string of broken hearts?

Wanting to shift the conversation away from our feelings, I said, “I can call Nana Lana and get you a jar of magic jelly, if you’d like.”

As soon as the words emerged from my lips, I winced at the implication that he would be using that tub of lube for sexy time with someone else––likely many someone elses.

“That