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“I need you to come all over my cock. Can you do that? Can you come with me, baby?”

“Yeah,” she panted. Once he touched her clit, it was like the slow coil building deep inside of her felt like it would snap and flood her with pleasure. “Keep doing that.”

When he did, he added more pressure, and she broke. She tried to keep riding him, but her rhythm grew sloppy as the pleasure rolled through her. He took over, gripping her hips and bucking into her. After three hard thrusts, his punishing grip held her hips to him as he emptied inside of her.

She lay on his chest, panting as his hands roamed her back.

“I tell ya,” he said in her ear, “I’ve never been more ready to come home after a road trip.”

Alice sat back and drank him up. She loved doing it. His deep brown eyes that always bordered on pensive were filled with awe. Being so fucking gone for him, she was someone who fell hard and fast. Since their first night together at the cabin, she’d been in love with him, but part of her thought he might just be falling, too.

“Did I do this in permanent marker?” he asked, eyeing the new tattoo on her thigh. Across her thigh were his words in his handwriting in rainbow letters. His eyes flew to her with concern. “I thought I’d used the same markers we’d been able to easily wash off.”

“You did.”

He cocked his head.

“Don’t worry, I showered,” she said in a chuckle.

Her chuckle only grew as the confusion stayed plain on his face.

“I made it permanent.”

“How?”

This made her chuckle turn into a full-blown laugh. “How do you think?”

“Did you get”—he bent his head, examining her leg—“did you get a tattoo?”

She nodded. “When I saw it, it made me feel... I don’t know... It was like the part of me that I often hide was one of the things you like about me. I liked that reminder to not be ashamed.”

“Baby, you should never be ashamed of any part of yourself...” He kissed her. “I like all your parts.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” His hands cupped her breast, and he smiled at them. “I like all your parts.”

She laughed and swatted at his chest only for a bolt of pleasure to remind her he was still buried inside of her. He hissed at her movement as well.

“Let me clean up,” he said, guiding her off.

She ached for him as he left her. She wanted to reclaim that connection, and she was hoping they would have more time tonight.

She got up and slipped on her hoody and sleep shorts as he went into the kitchen to take care of the condom.

“So, you got a tattoo while I was gone? I was hoping to come home to dyed hair, but I’ll take a tattoo.”

“I did dye my hair,” she said.

He looked at her again with that same confused expression. She lifted her hand and let it slowly fall through her hand, showing the purple-and-teal underside.

“Do that again?”

She raised her hands again, letting her hair fall through her hands. Before she knew what was happening, he had his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“You are just full of surprises,” he said as he kissed her head.

“I have one more surprise.”

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