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She looked down as my dick jutted against her stomach.

“A minute ago I was asleep,” she frowned, but there wasn’t an ounce of irritation in her tone.

My dick flexed, punching her navel. “And now you’re awake. We both are.”

“Yes, it seems that way. All three of us…” Her fingertip ghosted over the end of my cock and a cascade of shivers flew across my body.

My own fingers found their way to the root of the sticky path she’d already left in my lap, and I eased two inside her, exploring her warmth as she groaned loudly. “Make that the four of us.”

Her eyes locked onto mine and she sucked in her bottom lip, making my dick grow another inch I didn’t realize it had, while I slowly pumped my fingers in and out. She was a sight to see, and if this is what I’d be waking up to every morning, then I’d set my alarm without complaint for sunrise every day of the week.

My dick in her hand was enough to swell my ego to bursting; it had never looked better, shining with the pre-cum leaking from the end. I fixed my stare on her thumb and the swipe it made, spreading moisture over my shaft. A loud, almost feral moan erupted from inside me when she reached down and gently squeezed my balls as a gush of her arousal dripped into my palm.

If I wasn’t already sitting down, that alone would have had me on my knees.

“You are so good at making my cock hard. Can you feel how hard it is for you?

“Yes,” she rasped, trying her best not to concentrate on what my fingers were still doing. She let out a cry as I pulled them free, the cool air hitting right in the spot where my palm had left.

“Rub yourself on my cock. I want to watch; I want to watch you get yourself off.”

She said nothing but her hand released its grasp, and instead she held onto me, running them up my chest to steady herself. I gripped my dick, allowing myself a few lazy tugs before holding it in place. Her tight nipples were pointed straight in my face, and I took a long, rough lick of one, then sat back.

“Go on, Lowe. I want to see you using me for your own pleasure. I want to see your come dripping out of you.” Her pupils dilated further the longer I held her gaze, and I didn’t drop it until she began grinding her hips. “Good girl.”

Fuck, this was incredible.Shewas incredible.

I looked down, spreading her lips part so I could get a better view of the rosy pink bud of her clit glistening with her juices. I watched, my dick throbbing, as she slowly slicked herself up along my shaft, and barely registered the pinch from her nails digging into my shoulders.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to be inside her.

And I didn’t know which I wanted more.

Her grinding kicked up a notch, and at the rate she was going, I was about to explode all over her stomach, something I actually didn’t want.

Fire was shooting down my spine, coiling so tight I knew I was on borrowed time, yet I couldn’t look away from the sight of her. The only thing better would be to feel her pussy clenching around my cock as she exploded herself. A low rumble almost pushed me over the edge.

“Nope, enough. I can’t take it anymore.” Giving a quick squeeze of her thighs, I lifted her up then impaled her with a single thrust of my hips, her tits bouncing against my chest as she steadied herself from the shock of the movement.

I wanted her close to me, but I wanted to watch more, and gently fisted one hand into her hair, pulling her back until she was propped up on my knees. My spare hand moved to clasp her ass, locking her in a position that only I controlled. I guided her, mesmerized, my gaze never straying from the point at which we were fused together as my cock slipped inside her over and over.

“God, Lowe, you look so good riding my cock. I’ve thought about you riding me like this more times than I can count, but fuck me, nothing beats the reality. And if there was ever proof needed that we’re made for each other, it’s this. You fit me perfectly. Look, Lowe. Look at my dick sliding inside you.”

When her head finally lifted enough at my order, her eyes were so hooded and glazed with desire, I nearly lost it.

I didn’t know her body well enough yet, not by a long shot, but I had learned that when she made the desperate mewing sound she was making right now, she wanted more of whatever I was doing, that I wasn’t giving her enough; so I increased the pressure.

I’d learned that when her chest flushed pink, just like it was doing now, it was right before she was about to come. I watched her entire body flush, her nipples tighten, and her thighs squeeze tighter; the pressure of which was gripping my balls so hard they may as well have been caught in a vice.

The heat of her cry had me shooting inside her. It was so hard and fast I didn’t know if I had anything left to give, even when her body clenched around my throbbing dick, milking me to within an inch of my life, until she finally collapsed against me.

“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered against her sweat-drenched chest, while she caught her breath.

I wished we could stay here forever, but sadly we both had places to be. Playing hooky probably wouldn’t look so good in my first week.

Forty-five minutes later, I was in the kitchen pouring coffee into to-go cups when Lowe walked in, pushing her fingers through her thick hair then twisted it, fastening it all with a black band on top of her head. A lump stuck half-way in my throat, trapping my breath and any hope of oxygen getting to my lungs.

It might have been the simplicity of the moment, the intimacy of seeing her clean, bare face first thing in the morning; it might have been the jeans and black Lions hoodie that she was wearing, the one I’d brought over for her this week. It might have been the scent of her hitting my brain, the one of sunshine and summer gardens, that reminded me so powerfully of those years where I’d longed for her but knew I’d never get her, that made my knees nearly buckle.

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