Chapter 61

• Right now with Mateo, this feels much more like the madly in love sex than the empty sex just because you need to get off. This is slow, sweet, full of promise, passion and possibility.
• Poppy’s going to be disappointed we aren’t hanging from a chandelier. To her, this would be boring old missionary sex, but it’s anything but. We don’t need crazy positions, toys, videos, or any of that stuff. Don’t get me wrong, all that is fine and good and keeps things spicy, but sometimes this is all you need—to feel the warm weight of a man’s body on top of yours— to have your bodies moving together in rhythm.
• This time when my orgasm hits, it rolls down my body like an ocean wave. As soon as it crashes ashore, Mateo’s teeth gnash together, the strength of my muscles clenching, pulling his orgasm from him. He rests his head down next to mine, keeping most of the weight of his body off mine, his dick still inside me.