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“Better?” I hold my hand out for Hearth and she takes it, letting me help pull her back up.

“Much better. Thank you.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.” I head to the kitchen, pour a glass of water, and bring it back to my room.

“Got you some water.” I take a couple steps back after she takes the glass.

“Oh, thank you.” She takes a few sips, then peers over at me, gigglishly.

“Everything okay?”Is there something on my face?

“Yeah, it’s just that…I really am blind without my glasses. I can’t even see your face.”

I proffer a smirk. I’m like ten feet away, at most. “How close do I need to be for you to see me?”

“Closer.”

I reach out and take the water glass from her, setting it down. My voice deepens an octave lower, “How ’bout now?”

“Closer.”

“Now?” I ask, closing all the remaining space between us.

“There.” She smiles up at me. “Now I can see you.” And all I see is her. All I ever see is her. Hearth’s face is forever branded inside my mind, an image I return to over and over and over again. My favorite memory to get lost in. A dream for so many weeks, for months. And now here she is, in my house, in my room.Real. Burrowed deep into my heart where I just know she is going to stay forever.

I swallow dryly. “I should let you go home and get some rest.”

“You should but, I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Okay then, don’t,” I grumble, and sweep her up in a kiss, a deep groan issuing from my chest. She lifts up on tiptoe, her arms shackling around me, pulling me closer. I can taste her, and smell her, and feel dizzy with need.

“I want you,” she whispers, dulcetly, when we break apart.

“I fucking want you so bad, Hearth.”

“You do?”

“Please. Fuck. Take off your clothes.”

“Okay…yes, sir.” She smiles sweetly.

We shed our own clothes, making quick work of them, until her bare curves are on full display for my enjoyment. And I’m fucking going to enjoy every single, soft, luscious inch. Her body is even more gorgeous than I could have imagined, and she isn’t shy about it. That’s so damn sexy. Hearth’s eyes travel downward from my face, to my chest, and lower. Lower.

She blinks, as if she hadn’t felt my erection earlier.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I chuckle mischievously. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“It looks…way bigger now.”

I nod. “I’ll go slow. Lay down on my bed.”

She does, and I crawl over her heavenly body and kiss her lips with a hunger I’m dying to satiate. My lips scope to her soft,flushed cheeks, and she winces slightly at the intimate contact where she feels most vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I murmur, sweeping more gentle kisses along her cheek, to her earlobe, and down the slope of her neck, my dick pressing against her seam, achy and hard. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

I feel her body melt beneath mine, as I take her hands and bring them over her head. I trail kisses down her arms, over her shoulders, down to her breasts. She inhales sharply. I swirl my tongue around the puckered, pink tip, nipping it delicately between my teeth. Then the other.

Fuck, she’s delicious. Precum leaks from my cock. Goosebumps rise against her stomach and tits, her hips arching slightly off the bed to counter the sensation.

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