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I hadn’t come over expecting sex; it hadn’t even occurred to me. I’d been utterly content with simply being in her presence and enjoying the unique sensation of feeling anxiety free while trying to keep my shit together. Therefore, sex hadn’t been at the forefront of my mind. Not that it had been sex in the traditional meaning of the word, because that, last night, was transcendental.

For the first time ever, I’d had the overwhelming sense of being exactly where I should be.

Murray and Rafe had talked about this when Kit and Beulah had come along - which I’d only partially paid attention to because… you know… listening to people go on and on about being in love when you’d firmly come to terms with the fact that it wouldn’t ever be part of your life wasn’t the best use of time. Instead, I’d reconciled with myself that I’d always be the fifth wheel in our group.

But this morning?

The intensity.

The connection.

The tethering to a reality I never thought I’d be part of.

The pendulum was now firmly swinging in a different direction. My direction.

A tightness gripped my chest at the thought I might have never experienced this, and I rubbed it away before it could take hold of me properly.

She finally stirred; her eyelids fluttering as she emerged from her dreams and woke up more elegantly than a Disney Princess, but one unfocused look at me and a confused frown formed on her brow as she shifted back on her pillow.

She lifted up the edge of the sheet to cover her mouth. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yep.” I pulled the sheet down so I could kiss her, but she held her mouth together too tightly for me to be able to get further than a gentle brush.

“How long for?”

“Since you fell asleep…” I turned to the clock, “nearly four hours ago.”

Her lips rolled as she tried to hold back a laugh. “That’s pretty creepy you know.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, peering down to her. “It’s not creepy to go to a museum and look at a piece of art. This is the same thing.”

“Oh God,” she groaned, breaking her gracefulness with an arm thrown over her face. “How did I not know how cheesy you were? How do you come up with it so early in the morning?”

I didn’t answer; instead, I shifted further over her. My dick, now fully aware of her presence and as wide awake as I was, prodded her thigh. I knew she felt it because her lips parted with a soft sigh. Her arm dropped away, allowing her the opportunity to watch as I nudged the sheet down with my nose, exposing her mouthwatering golden breasts. Sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth, my tongue ran leisurely over the nub.

“Ohhhh Goddddd...” she hissed.

I positioned myself fully over her body, surrounding her as I hovered my mouth inches above her own; her jaw fully slack now.

“You were saying?”

“What?” she replied, her eyes already glassy.

I bent and teased her other nipple between my teeth; goosebumps immediately pebbled her skin. “You were saying how cheesy I was…”

“No, noooo, I didn’t.” She exhaled in a way that made my dick so hard it hurt. “I didn’t… just… don’t stop doing that. Pleaaase.”

Fuck, she was something else.

The way she elongated her plea flashed a fantasy of her on her knees as she begged for more. I’d barely touched her and her chest was already heaving, desperate to catch more than the shallow breath she was managing. My tongue followed the curves of her body, faintly tasting the combined sweat from our exertions last night, from when I’d worshiped her in the way I’d imagined hundreds and hundreds of times. I had more than a decade of fantasies to make up for, and I couldn’t fathom a day this all-consuming hunger for her would ever be satisfied.

The first time she came was nothing short of perfect, and it would be seared in my brain for eternity. I would never get enough of wanting to taste her, feel her surrender on my tongue, my fingers, my dick.

Her thighs flopped to the side inviting me in, whether she meant them to or not. I wanted her sitting on my face, but right now, I wasn’t sure she had the strength left to hold herself up. I hoped she didn’t. I pushed her calves until they rested on my shoulders and took a long, hard look at the view. I’d been too caught up in her last night, too focused on making her feel good, on having her in my arms to properly appreciateher. But not this morning.

“Jesus, Lowe. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect.” I ran my nose down from her naval, right over the sensitive spot above her pelvis that had her belly convulsing. “I’m going to buy a mirror, and next time I go down on you, you’re going to watch. I’m going to make you watch what I can see right now, your perfect pussy swelling right in front of me, dripping everywhere. You’re going to be begging me to touch you…” I trailed my tongue along the inside of her thighs, “and when you finally can’t take it any longer, you’re going to watch me spread you open and feast.”

The soft, breathless mewing sounds she was making as I ghosted my thumbs through her folds and spread her open almost had me coming on the sheets. Slipping two fingers inside her drenched pussy, her clit swelled another degree, and she did nothing short of wreck me when I finally took it in my mouth, and she let out a muffled sob.

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