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“Nick! I need to come!” she whines when I release her clit once again.

“Patience.” I smirk as I slide back up her body, stopping for a few moments to suck each of her nipples into my mouth. “As much as I enjoy you coming when my tongue is on your clit, I want you coming on my cock tonight,” I tell her, tapping the tip of my cock against her clit and watching her eyes as the sensation drives her crazy.

“Then fuck me already,” she cries, moving her hips to try and make me slide inside her.

“My pleasure,” I tell her, rolling on a condom before I push inside in one rough thrust. “Fuck.” I groan as her hot walls clamp down around me.

I hold myself up, an arm braced on either side of her head, as I pound into her. Her legs are firmly locked around my waist and her fingers dig into the skin of my sides, doing her best to hold on tight as I work to bring us both to the brink. I shift, sliding a hand to her breast, where I tweak her nipples, down her stomach until I’m circling her clit with my fingertips. Her wetness from earlier is still lubricating her clit and I apply firm pressure against it, knowing it will make her detonate any second.

“Yes,” she chants. I swear my cock slips deeper and deeper inside her as her hips shift up higher.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I tell her as I feel her walls start to contract around me. The tightness has me seeing stars, and I feel my balls draw up in the tightness of my own orgasm. I can’t stop it, so I just ride it out, slamming my hips forward one last time, burying my cock as deep as I possibly can, before I collapse forward, doing my best to not crush her under me.

15

Ashley

Four Months Later

“Hey.”Nick’s voice pulls me from my laptop. I’ve been staring at it all morning as I work on the first of my final papers.

“Hi,” I say, rolling my neck side to side as I stretch the kinks from my muscles.

“Can you take a break? Maybe have some lunch with me before I have to head to the bar?”

“Sure, let me just finish this sentence and save, and then I can take a break for a little bit.”

He leans in and presses his lips to mine for a chaste kiss. “Sounds good, I’ll go put together some sandwiches for us. Meet me out on the deck in five?”

“Yes. Thanks.” I smile up at him before he walks away, and I return my focus to my computer, finishing up and saving a few minutes later. I hit up the bathroom before finding him out on the deck, with sandwiches, potato salad, and two glasses of lemonade.

“Come sit down and relax,” Nick says, patting the seat he has pulled up right next to him.

“I needed this. Thank you,” I tell him after I swallow a huge bite of my sandwich. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until you suggested some lunch.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you when I got up, but when the clock kept ticking by and you didn’t stop, I figured you could use a short break.”

“Yeah, that and I didn’t eat anything this morning, just jumped right into my homework after I fed Max and made my coffee. I couldn’t skip that,” I tell him as I take another bite, this time of the potato salad.

“You can’t be doing that to yourself,” he chides playfully. “No more skipping meals.”

“I just wasn’t hungry when I first started and well, then I just lost track of time as I was in the groove. Sometimes, sacrifices are necessary. And it isn’t going to hurt me to miss a meal or two.”

“None of that shit now,” he says, a serious note to his voice. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“You have to say that,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.

“No, I don’t, but it’s what I truly believe. You need to love yourself more than I love you, or anyone else loves you. You are an amazing woman, who’s beautiful, not only on the outside, but the inside, as well. If you don’t love yourself, then you’ll never be able to accept someone else’s love for you.”

“You’re truly a wonderful man. I do love myself, and I know I’m strong. I wouldn’t have made it this far in life if it weren’t for my strength during the hard times. I just wish these five extra pounds I’ve put on these last few months would go away. You keep feeding me all this good food, and the beer isn’t helping,” I tell him, poking his chest with my pointer finger.

“If I didn’t keep you fed, you’d forget to eat half the time,” he says, laughing.

“I’m not that bad!” I protest.

“You kind of are, babe,” he says as he finishes off his sandwich.

“Ok, maybe I am. So, sue me.”

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