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Her finger follows the coil from the head to the tail and back again. "I got you a piece of plastic, and you got me this."

"Fiberglass," I correct her, "not plastic. Maybe carbon fiber too, but I'm not sure if that was common back then."

She puts her hand flat over my tattoo, and I'm sure she has to be able to feel my heart under her palm. "You know what I mean."

"You gave me something wonderful, Lily. Something I'll treasure forever."

She presses on my chest, and I let her guide me to my back. If she didn't already notice my erection, she does now that she's straddling me. "Feels like there's something else I could give you too."

"Chloe's right across the hall."

"Nope. I peeked into her bedroom. She must already be downstairs."

"Downstairs with my family, who are just twenty meters away."

She slides lower, pulling my boxer briefs with her. The air is cool on my dick when she frees it. "Maybe I can find something to put in my mouth to keep me quiet. You're on your own, though."

She flicks her tongue over the tip of my cock, and anything I might have said goes out with the long breath that leaves my lungs. The blood that was racing through my heart just a minute ago all flows into my dick now. It's so alive, I wouldn't be surprised if it's sparking.

"I love this ridge right here." She licks, just below its head. "The way it's just a little thicker than the other side. And this. So beautiful." She sweeps her tongue along its underside, moving from base to tip. Then she blows a cool breath over my moistened cock, and a shiver rolls through me.

Her eyes lock onto mine as she wraps her hand around my base. I watch as she lowers her mouth over me, but when her lips seal, I can't take any more. My head rolls back and tries to bury itself into the pillow. I'm so damn close already. That's what months of fantasizing about this moment will do.

When I feel her take more of me, I prop myself up onto my elbows. She's still staring at me. Her eyes are filled with the heat of melted chocolate. I force myself to hold her gaze this time, and she must take it as a challenge. Her cheeks hollow as her mouth moves back toward the tip, sucking every centimeter along the way. Then she swirls a circle with her tongue, lapping at the sensitive skin around the hole, before plunging down again. This time I feel the back of her throat.

I want to shift my hips, to angle myself so she can take even more, but I'll come undone the instant I move. And I want this to last. I want to feel her lips wrapped around me forever. I want her hand to forever work the part of me that she can't take in her mouth. I just want her forever.

She's moving up and down my length faster now. Sucking and spiraling her tongue around me each time she comes up. And every bit of me feels like liquid fire. Burning and sloshing until I can't take anymore.

I coil one fist into the back of her hair. With the other, I yank so hard on the sheet that it springs free of the corner. "I'm going to come." My breaths are so shallow, I barely get the words out. Any second, every single nerve inside me is going to explode, and I don't know how I'm going to survive it.

Lily's mouth moves free of my cock. "Good," she groans before plunging right back down. I swear her hand and her mouth are working me even harder now. But she's still staring right at me, and it is the hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen. I clench the muscles at my base, trying to make this last, but there's no way I can hold back. My body shudders so hard I hear the headboard slam against the wall as I release into her mouth.

She doesn't stop, though. She keeps working me, taking everything I have. Working until I'm so sensitive, pain mixes with the pleasure, and I would come again if I didn't just drain myself so completely. Finally, both of us exhausted, she falls onto the bed beside me.

Sweat dots her forehead. I wipe it and tuck away all the hairs that were stuck to it. "That was…" Beyond words is what it was. "You took everything I gave you."

"I did." She smiles a satisfied grin and hooks a leg around mine.

"My good girl took it all." I stroke the back of a finger along her cheeks as she cuddles against me. "Let's stay in bed together all day."

"Mmm, I'd love that. But this is kind of like Chloe's first Christmas."

I slip a hand under her and pull her up onto me. She kisses the center of my tattoo and then rests her cheek on it. "I'm sure my parents and Barrie are doting on her even as we speak."

"We should still probably make an appearance," she says.

"We should. That means we need to shower. Luckily, there's room for two in there."

"That would save time and water. So very smart."

CHAPTER 51

GREAT CINEMA INSPIRES DEEP THOUGHTS

LILY

Brant pulls me tight to him on the couch in his family's living room. Chloe's head is resting against my other side. Barrie is sitting by herself on a recliner next to Brant, and their parents are curled together on the loveseat. We're all buried under mounds of blankets and in a sugar haze as we stare at the television. This is the fourth movie we've watched today—I'm sure that doesn't help with our comas either—and it's dark outside now. The day started with pecan-filled butter tarts, and since then we've moved on to Nanaimo Bars, chocolate chip cookies that were "accidentally" left at home yesterday, and something called a black bun that Brant's dad insisted I try. Since it had fruit in it, I decided having three slices just meant I was being extra healthy.

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