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Lena doesn’t keep her eyes locked on mine very long. She turns back to Joe Exotic, watching his crazy life unfold on the TV screen. We don’t talk for the next hour, allowing the show to play out.

We laugh together on the funny moments. But when those singular moments pass, I watch Lena. Her face glows against the flashing lights coming from the TV. I want to shake her, beg her to tell me what’s going on in that gorgeous, intelligent head of hers. But I don’t, in fear of what the answer might be.

Instead, Lena slides farther under the bedsheet, locking herself away with her secrets.

She almost makes it to the end of the episode without falling asleep. I reach across Lena, grabbing the remote and turning it off. I inch closer to her from under the sheet, trying not to wake her in the process. I need her close to me, even when she’s sleeping. My eyes grow heavy and the last thing I see before my eyes close is the back of Lena’s head.

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I wakeup to hands sliding across my ribs. Fingernails graze against my skin and I squeeze my eyes tighter, wondering if I’m dreaming. But when I open them, Lena’s lifted the bedsheet between us as she moves over me. She lifts her leg, straddling me, placing her knees on either side of me. Her core presses against my lower waist and I breathe in a sharp breath, feeling just how bad she wants this.

“Lena,” I whisper into the darkness.

Our room is pitch black, the moon barely casting enough glow to make out the features of her face.

Her knees dig into the mattress as she leans down, pressing her lips to my chest. “I want you, Logan.”

I reach up, threading my fingers through her soft hair. The blonde strands fall against my fingers, like dipping my hand into a running stream.

My cock hardens as she kisses her way down my chest, trailing her tongue down the center of my stomach. She reaches the edge of my boxer briefs and looks up with hooded eyes. I tilt my head down, my chin meeting my chest.

I brush my fingers against her cheek, tucking the loose strands of hair that have fallen behind her ear. I’m staring into her jade colored eyes, hoping she can silently give me some sort of answer to what’s happening between us. I love Lena and of course, I fucking love what she’s doing to me right now. But it also doesn’t take away from what I know is going on with her.

Remembering falling asleep after watching TV with Lena, I realize I have no sense of what the time is. I turn my head to the side, looking out our window. The sky is still dark, an intense shade of midnight blue. The yellow streetlamp at the corner of the street glows off in the distance. We must have not been asleep for long.

Tucking her fingers inside the waist of my boxers, she pulls them down, exposing my full erection. I tilt my head back, pressing it into my pillow, exhaling a heavy breath. I want to ask her all the questions that have been floating in my head. But it’s hard to do that when her perfect, pouty lips are wrapped around my cock.

She slides her tongue along my length, and it takes everything in me not to let myself go before she’s even started. She wraps her mouth around me and begins moving her head up and down at a steady pace. I thread my fingers through her hair once again, feeling her moan against me. Tiny explosions burst against my skin, my nerves igniting. I don’t want her to stop but I want to feel Lena. All of her.

I reach down, grabbing her chin with my fingers, gently urging her to look up at me. “Come here.”

She does as I say, using her hands to crawl back up to me. She’s still wearing her tank top, her breasts dipping in my direction, their soft peaks begging to be touched. “Take off your shirt,” I order her.

There’s lust laced in her eyes and something tells me she needs this. She wants me to heal what’s broken inside her. She wants me to fix whatever it is she’s feeling.

She crosses her arms and lifts her tank top. Her breasts pop out from underneath it. She tosses her tank top aside and my hands are immediately on her. I massage her breasts beneath my palms, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingertips. I pinch her pebbled nipples and that only makes her moves fiercer. She rolls her hips against my waist, my cock pressed up against her.

At some point earlier in the night, she must have removed her sweatpants. The only piece of clothing left on her body is her black thong. The fabric is already soaked, showing me how ready she is for me.

I hiss, feeling her wetness slide across my erection as she presses farther into me. If I could, I’d rip the underwear straight off her body. My hands are still cupping her breasts when I slide my fingers to her pebbled nipples once again. She tilts her head back as I gently pinch them. She rocks her hips against me even harder, pressing deeper. Rolling her head, she presses her hands onto my chest, pushing her breasts together.

“I need you, Logan.”

“Me too,” I say it without hesitation because I mean it. Every fucking word. I need Lena just like humans need air.

I run my fingers along the edge of her thong. The fabric is thin and fragile. Hooking three fingers on to the hem, I pull. Her thong rips at the seams, the sound of shredding fabric blending with her heavy breaths. She doesn’t say a word, the only affirmation she gives me is a small whimper that escapes her chest.

“Fuck.” I breathe out as the thong moves to the side, allowing her wet flesh to press against mine. She sits up and slowly lowers herself. She slides herself along my length then pulls back up. She leans back, resting the heels of her palms on the mattress beside my legs. Her head is tilted up toward the ceiling, her entire body on full display for me.

Reaching down, I slide my fingers along her sensitive skin. She quickens her pace the moment I begin moving my fingers in circles.

“Fuck, Logan.”

“What?” I ask her, tilting my chin up. I like it when she’s like this. Vulnerable, begging me to give her the release she sought out ever since she woke me up with her hands on me.

“I want you.”

“Say it again,” I say.

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