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This could be the rest of my life, I think.

James pushes me into the cushions and plants a deep kiss on my lips. That would be more than okay. My thoughts begin to dissolve as his fingers find the heat between my legs.

I close my eyes, and the insides of my eyelids sparkle with little flurries of light.

Yellow and purple and white. Fireworks, I think, as the shells detonate down in my stomach. Fooling around with James is like fireworks.

You know that moment you look for? The one that you hope will feel like the beginning of the rest of your life? I always thought it would come on a bed of rose petals. Or on a sailboat. Enjoying champagne and a sunset.

But it’s here on James’s couch in the dark of early March that the feeling hits me. And despite my decades of girlish expectations, it feels perfect.

Sophia

It’s late April, and I’m in James’s apartment wearing nothing but my smartwatch. It’s not unintentional. I like watching my heart rate rise as it gets closer to seven. James is going to be home soon.

Any minute.

Our rules didn’t last for long. Talking for an hour wasn’t the first thing we wanted to do after a long day of not seeing each other.

It was number two, squarely behind sex.

I’ve turned the heat up so I’m more than comfy naked. I love walking around the penthouse nude. The last two months of our relationship have been better than I imagined. We’ve only missed a few evenings together, but they were both this week.

James is chasing another big contract. This time with the Brazilian government. He’s spent a lot of time away from home, and we’ve gone a record four days without having sex. I’m going through withdrawals.

I’ve been having so much sex, I lost track of my trusty vibrator. I masturbated with my fingers again like a barbarian. I even had to clip my nails to do it, and I’d just had them done. A tragedy.

I hear James come into the apartment. I stand still. My heart rate reaches its peak so far. My skin tingles just from hearing him get closer.

Our sex has become animal. Primal.

My breaths are already short and quick when James comes into sight. He sinks his hands into his pockets and looks me over.

His green eyes shine bright against the contrast of black shirt and black suit coat. I can tell from the cunning in his eye that he’s feeling hornier than usual.

“Are you going to chase me?” I wiggle back and forth.

Sometimes he’ll sprint after me through the penthouse. I know I’m safe with James, but the sensation of being chased by him turns my insides watery. And then when he catches me… He’s not soft as he holds me down. He fucks me until I can’t form words. Until my only thoughts are on the feeling of each thrust.

I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation.

“Too long of a day for a chase,” James says, undoing his tie.

“I’m sorry.”

He approaches me, and soon I’m not staring at him, but ratherupat him. He runs his thumb over my cheek and presses a few fingers in mehard. They go in with little resistance.

“I could see you dripping from across the fucking room,” he says and presses his fingers deeper.

A gasp rattles out of me.

He keeps fingering me as he puts his mouth on mine. We kiss without any tenderness. It’s hungry. Greedy. Horny. His wet tongue swirling against mine and hot breath mixing with mine sends another wave of wetness shuttling down my thighs.

He starts to shake his hand, pounding his palm quickly against my clit. It’s too much to take and kiss at the same time. I have to lower my head to his shoulder just to breathe. My moans begin to build to a crescendo.

But the son of a bitch stops right as I’m about to come. “Today’s about me, snowflake.”

I just nod dumbly, and he grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch. He unzips his pants to let out his cock, but other than that, he’s still fully suited.

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