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“Atta girl.” I kiss her quickly before situating myself against the headboard. “Climb on.”

She straddles my lap and looks at me, awaiting further instruction. It’s kind of fun being the one to teach a teacher.

“Now grab my cock and slide on at whatever pace feels good for you.”

“I want it to feel good for you too,” she says shyly.

“Baby, if my cock is inside you—no matter where or how fast it gets there—I can assure you, I feel fucking fantastic.” She grabs my shaft and lines me up to her entrance.

If she had any idea what the feeling of her hand wrapped around me did to me, she wouldn’t be concerned with how fast she lets my cock inside of her. I watch as she takes all of me, inch by inch without so much as a pause, until I’m filling her to the hilt. The moment I’m all the way in she lets out a gasp the same moment I suck in a sharp breath.

“Now what?” She gently rocks her hips against me, trying to find friction in our new position.

“You can move your hips like this.” I grab her waist, rocking her back and forth to allow her clit some attention. “Or you can bounce like this.” I guide her up and down my length, noting the way her breaths pick up as she bites so hard on her bottom lip that I fear it may draw blood.

I think we have a winner.

I stop guiding her, keeping my hands on her hips as she bounces up and down, her pussy squeezing me just as tight this time as it did the first. I knead her ass, putting to memory the way it feels when it’s bouncing as she rides. I bring one hand around to rub circles on her clit and her movements falter—only for a moment before she finds her rhythm again.

“Sawyer, I need…”

“I got you, baby.” I thrust into her, grabbing her hips with both hands. “Play with your pussy.” I expect some kind of argument out of her, but she reaches down and begins rubbing small circles over her clit as I rail into her.

“Fuck, Dove, you’re taking me so well.”

“Sawyer, oh shit!” Her walls clamp around me and while she’s still riding out her orgasm, I flip her on her back. I continue thrusting into her, not missing a fucking beat as she continues to come on my cock.

“Your pussy was made for me, Dove,” I practically growl, feeling my own release just moments away.

“Fuck! Yes!” she screams, as her orgasm hits even harder than before. Her entire body is writhing beneath me when I find my release.

I rest my forehead on her shoulder, trying my best not to collapse all of my body weight on top of her. I’ve never felt this with anyone before. Sex is great, sure. Sex with Leah is fucking life altering. I don’t know how I survived ten years without her, and I know damn sure I’d never survive another ten without her.

“Sawyer,” her fingertips are softly trailing over my back while I’m still seated comfortably inside her.

“Yes, Dove?” I pant.

“I love you.” I lift my head to see her watery eyes locked on mine and the sweetest smile on her face and another moment gets seared into my memory.

“I love you, too, Leah. I can’t remember a time I haven’t loved you.”

CHAPTER 39

LEAH

Waking up in Sawyer’s bed, with his arms wrapped around me, knowing that last night actually happened—the sex and the full vulnerability of telling him I loved him—feels like all of my dreams have finally come true.

“Mornin’ Dove,” he rasps, kissing the top of my head as I lie next to him, tracing the tattoos on his chest. Our naked bodies mold to each other like missing puzzle pieces and I haven’t even the smallest desire to move from this position today.

“Good morning.” I smile up at him and he immediately pulls me in for a kiss.

“How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?” I noticed the ache between my legs before I even moved this morning, but it’s an ache that I welcome and quite honestly, crave more of.

“Yes.” His brows knit together in concern. “But it just makes me want you even more.” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, then a look of panic flashes through his eyes.

“Shit, what time is it?” He shoots up to look at the clock. “You’re going to be late!” He stops when he sees me smiling at him instead of throwing myself into a panic to match his.

“I’m not going to work today.” I shrug.

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