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Javier

I caressed the face of the woman pinned beneath me, planting feathery kisses over her mouth. I was still shaking from the most astonishing orgasm I’d ever had. I’d come so hard I almost blacked out. My dick had been in fucking paradise. I’d ridden my release as she called out my name, screamed it, again and again.

I’d kept pumping in her until she had no more pleasure left to give and her voice turned hoarse. That’s when I emptied myself into the latex, filled it up in violent spurts. Caught in the grip of her climax, she squeezed every drop of come out of me.

It took me a while to come down from the incredible high, to recover enough breath to move or speak. She lay boneless beneath me, still impaled on my cock, her eyes closed, her chest heaving.

“Missy, love?” I whispered. “Are you with me?”

Her eyes moved beneath her lids. She blinked severaltimes before her dazed eyes focused on me. “Javi?”

“Thank the gods.” I heaved a great suck of breath. “For a moment there, I thought I’d killed you. Give me a second here.”

She moaned quietly as I slowly pulled out. I rolled off her, removed the condom, and tossed it in the wastebasket next to the bed.

“That was… Wow.” Her lips curved up in a lazy, lascivious smile as she stretched out like a satisfied kitten on her side of the bed. Her porcelain skin glowed pink against the sheets and her hair streaked across the bed in a flash of red. “I went to a place where dreams become reality and reality is a dream.”

Well, if that didn’t make this Marine proud, nothing would.

She turned on her side, perched her head on my shoulder and threw an arm over my middle. “You’re a really good teacher.”

“And you’re an exceptional student.” I hugged her to me.

She flashed a small smile, then went quiet.

“I can hear you thinking over here,” I said after a little while. “Wanna share?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I do and say embarrassing shit all the time, so say it anyway.”

“That thing I did with that boy?”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t this,” she confessed. “Not by a long shot.”

I burst out laughing. I’d known that, planned for it. I planted a smooch on the crown of her head. “You’re my beautiful virgin huntress.”

“Ex-virgin,” she amended, making me chuckle some more. “Meet the new and improved Missy.”

“The old Missy was also fantastic.”

“Aw, thanks,” she murmured, and went into another oneof her quiet spells.

I got that she had a lot to process, and so did I. What I’d felt fucking Missy was unlike anything I’d felt before. I felt new. Cleansed. Maybe even hopeful.

What the hell, Goof? It was just a great fuck.

It was way more than that and I knew it.

She was silent but relaxed in my arms. I cuddled her against me. I loved being her sex coach, her exploration partner, her man, and to this day her only one, even if it was only for this moment in time.

The lessons I’d taught her were nothing compared to what I learned from her. Sex mixed with friendship and affection was something else. Pleasure shared with immense and intense generosity was powerful. Honesty in every gesture, twitch, and moan was so rare and fresh. She’d given me more than fun, more than sex. She’d given me a treasure: herself.

Rebirth. That’s what being with Missy felt like. A renaissance of the heart. I couldn’t explain the powerful emotion dominating my mood. It was more than lust, pure, pervasive, and overwhelming. It was brilliant, like the orange speckles in Missy’s irises when she came.

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