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"We need to order a set of graduated butt plugs so we can stretch you slowly."

"Will three weeks be long enough?"

"As long as we all use them every time, it should be." I crawl backward, lowering myself to the bed and burying my face in her ass.

"Theo!" she shrieks, trying to twist away from me.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop," I pant, breathing in her arousal like it's the elixir of life.

She doesn't say anything.

"Talk to me, Isla."

"I like it," she whispers, her neck flushing.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed. Embrace what feels good. There's no point hiding from it when we only have one life. We need to wring every drop of pleasure from it." I growl as I spread her wide, licking her, fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts of my tongue.

"Fuck, Theo!" she moans, pulling her knees up a little as she pushes her ass back toward me, her body begging for more.

I slide a finger into her pussy, groaning as she clenches around me matching the movement of my finger with my tongue. I add a second finger, turning my hand so my palm is facing down, massaging her inner wall, focusing on the spot that makes her twitch.

"I'm close," she whimpers, her entire body trembling.

I push up to my knees, pulling her hips back. The sound she makes as I slide my thumb down her crack and push inside nearly breaks me. I grip my cock, sliding it up and down her slit, holding the crown on her clit, pulsing there until she's a sobbing, squirming mess. I notch myself at her entrance, giving her a second of warning before I slam into her. I push her chest down into the bed, fucking her ass with my thumb as I rock my hips against her, the ridge of my crown catching on her G-spot with every thrust.

As her body grips my cock, all I can think about is how there's no way I'm going to last as long as she deserves. I had so many plans for tonight, including edging her until the only thing she could remember was my name. But now, with her silky smooth skin beneath me, one hand reaching back to grip my knee, the other fisted in the sheets, and the sounds coming from those perfect lips, fucking hell. I was kidding myself. There's no option but to come and come hard.

"Isla," I rasp, my lips moving against her shoulder.

"I know, me too," she pants, her body moving against mine.

"Will you turn over for me, baby? I need to see your face." I help her turn onto her back, gripping her ankles and wrapping them around my waist.

"Good girl," I murmur, sliding my palms along her calves and up her thighs, need battering me from all sides. "I wanted to last forever for you, Sunflower, but you're too fucking gorgeous. I've been on the edge since your dress dropped to the floor."

"I don't need you to last forever, Theo, I just need you to make me come."

Fuck. I swear my heart nearly bursts from my chest, swelling with love for her. I hold her gaze, drowning in pools of luminous green as I flex my hips, nudging at the entrance to my own personal heaven. I thrust into her, our groans mingling as I press my lips to hers.

"If I die like this–with my cock buried between your legs–I would die a happy man."

"Don't die. Just fuck me. Please."

I can tell she's close by the way she writhes underneath me, her back nearly breaking to get closer to me. I drop my weight, pushing myself forward the slightest amount so my pubic bone rides over her clit as I move over her.

"Look at me, Isla." Her eyes snap open, her gaze spearing me in the chest. Like a knife twisting in my heart, carving her initials into me, branding me as hers. A mark I will wear with pride on my sleeve for the rest of my days.

"Do you feel that?" she whispers, her eyes wide with wonder, her fingers brushing over my jaw.

"Yes," I chuckle, sliding into her, then farther, pressing her into the bed.

"You know what I mean," she gasps, her back arching even as she rolls her eyes at me.

"I do know what you mean," I murmur, tenderly kissing the corner of her mouth. "It's like the stars aligned and our souls locked together." She stares up at me, shocked, not saying anything. I clear my throat. "At least that's what–"

She stops me with a finger on my lips, pushing her hands into my hair and pulling me down. She frames my face with her hands, sucking on my bottom lip before pushing her tongue into my mouth. The tension between us ascending up to dizzying heights as I slowlypull my cock out and then push forward, sliding back in, her clit rolling between us. I swallow her cry, picking up the pace. She rakes her nails down my back, latching on to my ass, pulling me closer until my control breaks.

"Come with me," I say roughly. Our kiss is forgotten, mouths open in desperate ecstasy, breathing each other's air as we reach for the summit. I shorten my strokes, and she rewards me with a moan that has my balls drawing up tight.

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