The moment the door shuts behind him, I don’t wait to politely make sure he didn’t forget anything. I roll to my stomach, shove my hand into my panties and come twice without any effort and not nearly as much relief as I need. I reach around for a pillow and cram it against my pelvis and hump out a third orgasm, and finally, I can think again. I desperately try to make that thinking be about something other than incredible sex with Breslin, though admittedly, I don’t manage my goals well.
