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Completely lost in him.

He lifts his hips in a couple of shallow thrusts, then follows me, grasping and rolling my hips as he comes inside me with a deep, guttural groan.

“Fuuuuck.”

My walls flutter around him, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of us both until I collapse on top of him, sweaty and sated. His heart races wildly beneath my cheek, our breathing erratic after what is no doubt the absolute best sex of my life.

His arm drapes over my back, and we stay like that for so long that I feel my eyes growing heavy as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, lulling me. His softening dick is still inside me, our joint cum covering us both, but neither of us moves.

He’s just… resting inside of me. That’s a first.

I laugh, and I thought it was mostly inwardly until he asks, “What are you laughing about, Sweet Tart? Not great for my ego when I’m still inside you.”

I lift my head and rest it on my hands, looking into his eyes. “Exactly… I was just thinking I’ve never… just had someone’s dick inside me like this.”

His brows shoot up. “You’re keeping it warm. That’s a thing, you know?”

“What?”

“It’s called cock warming.” He smirks. “But don’t worry, if you keep squirming like that, he’ll be all warmed up and ready to go soon.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I can’t help that my cock’s favorite place to be is inside your pussy.”

I love that even when things are… intense between us, it still feels easy.

Fun. Playful.

Being with him always feels like that, and I don’t know if I love it or if it terrifies me.

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viv

Space Babe + Murder Maven

I’m still on a post-blissful-weekend high from the ball when my mom calls as I’m leaving the library after my shift Monday afternoon.

“Hi!” I answer brightly, shoving my notebook back into my backpack and making my way outside the entrance.

“Hi, sweetie. You sound chipper today. I’m guessing that you and Reese had a good time at the ball?”

That’s because I spent the entire weekend feeling happier than I have in a really long time. Not just because of Reese, but because it felt like for the first time since I started college… I was just a college kid, with no responsibilities, no expectations. I was able to have fun, and let loose, and not worry.

I feel guilty for thinking those things, but it doesn’t make them any less true. I feel lighter, refreshed even.

“Yeah, we did. It was incredible, and I can’t wait to show you all the pictures. I sent one to your phone on Sunday. Did you get it?” I ask.

“I did. Gosh, Vivienne, you looked so beautiful.” Emotion weighs heavily in her words as she speaks. “I wish I could have seen you in it.”

“Me too. How’s your day today? Is everything okay?”

She seems in much better spirits than the last time I talked to her, and that makes me feel a sliver of relief. I climb into my car and set my bag on the passenger seat as I wait for her to respond.

“I’m doing fine over here. I ate breakfast this morning, and I sat out on the patio and got some sun.”

My jaw falls open in surprise. It usually takes me begging and pleading to make that happen, and so I’m really surprised to hear her say it.

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