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"I love you," I whisper against her breast, my tongue snaking out to lap at her nipple.

She arches her back, her hands searching for the zipper of my jeans.

God, I want to go slow and feast on her. I want to spend hours worshipping her body. The rest of my life, no matter how long it is, won't be long enough to show her how much I love her.

She hasn't said it back, but I feel it in her touch, in the way she reaches for me in the night. I feel in the way she searches a room for me the second she steps inside.

"Get those off," she growls, making me chuckle at her own urgency.

"I was hoping we could go slow and sweet," I say as I stand on the side of the bed, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I kick off my boots, simultaneously shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs.

"Careful," she growls when I tip to one side and have to correct my positioning. "If you fall over, I'm still going to ride your cock. I don't care if you're bleeding."

She screeches when I grab her leg and tug her down the bed, her smile wide.

"Is that so?" I ask, working her leggings down her legs.

She nods as she pulls off her own shirt before unhooking and discarding her bra.

She is absolutely gorgeous, from the top of her head to the tips of her pink painted toenails, courtesy of a spa day she had the other day with Devyn.

I pull her up and she easily wraps her legs around me. I fight the urge to press her to the wall and shove inside of her because I listen to context clues. She told me how she wanted me, and I'll do anything to make her happy.

Her hair forms an umbrella of sorts around our faces when I drop back on the bed.

"You're insane," she says, her smile even wider.

"Insane about you."

She rolls her eyes at the corniness, her mood shifting right back to where we both need it when I lift my hands and cup both of her breasts.

"I hate how easily I'm ready for you," she says, but I can tell she really isn't complaining.

"Same," I tell her, moving her back a few inches so she can feel how hard my cock is.

"It's not the same. You're always hard."

"And you're always wet."

I lift her an inch and watch with my mouth hanging open as she grips the base of my cock, positioning it at her entrance.

We moan simultaneously as she glides easily down my cock.

"Fucking heaven," I groan.

She licks her lips, eyes locked on mine, as she rocks back and forth, taking a moment to adjust to me so deep inside of her.

"Is this part of the forever you promised?"

"Yes," I pant. "God, yes."

She rolls her hips, somehow doing exactly everything I need, but I get the feeling she could just stare at my cock without touching it and it would set me on edge.

I grip her hips, urging her up and down faster, before taking handfuls of her ass.

"Eyes on me," I urge when her eyelids grow heavy.

There have been times she gets lost in her head, and after confessing this to me, I make it apoint to keep her in the moment with me as best as I can.

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