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“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped as he pumped into me, grinding his pelvis against mine. I put my hands on his pecs for leverage and bounced on him, my pussy clenching around him.

“G–God, baby,” he gasped. “I love the way you feel.” I rocked my hips against his, grinding my clit against his pubic bone as he picked up the pace. The sensations were so powerful, I couldn’t breathe right.

Newt hiked me up higher, angling himself so deep inside me that I thought I would shatter as our bodies slammed together with fury. The chair creaked in protest, but all I could focus on was the building pressure and the way his dick felt, hard and throbbing inside me.

“I–I’m…” I panted, my orgasm bearing down like a freight train. I closed my eyes and clenched around him as I convulsed. “Fuck!” I grunted as a white-hot cascade of pleasure washed over me and my nails dug into his skin. Every muscle in my body contracted at the same time, milking him, and my stomach began to spasm and twitch.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, and his hips bucked furiously. He locked his arms around my waist as his body found release too, shuddering and shaking. I wished I could feel the heat of his explosion, but the sensation of his mouth encircling one of my nipples was enough distraction to allow me to enjoy the finalfew convulsions of orgasm before I drooped onto his shoulder, heaving.

"My God, you're incredible," I breathed out, and I meant it in every sense possible. My body was sated and starving at the same time, and my heart was full.

"Just wait for round two," he whispered, and I felt him kiss the top of my shoulder. It was enough just to be near him, but knowing he wanted to make me feel this amazing all over again made me smile.

"Okay, but in your bedroom this time. I don't want to shock your parents into heart attacks." I reluctantly climbed off him and his dick slid out of my body. I couldn’t tell him now, not tonight. But I knew I had to.

I owed it to him. I just couldn't ruin this precious moment, not when my heart finally felt one with his. I loved the pet name he gave me. Maybe it was that reason I believed we could possibly pull through this. Or maybe I was still kidding myself. It was yet to be determined.

20

NEWT

December 19th

I kissed Amber awake, placing light, feathery pecks on her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks until her eyes fluttered open. I considered rubbing her pussy too, but I didn't want her to think she was nothing but a sex toy to me. The sex was phenomenal, but the real treasure was her heart. Which was where I placed the palm of my hand, careful not to grope her tits either.

"Good morning, sexy," I purred, and she grinned and blinked her eyes a few times. I was glad she was feeling better and had even volunteered to stay over. It put all my insecurities to bed in a single act.

"Hello, handsome." Her soft tone was heavy with slumber, but the way her lips curled into a smile was inviting.

"Have I told you how incredible you are?" I kissed her again, this time on the lips, not giving her a chance to respond right away. She didn't need to respond. I was here to lavish compliments and kisses on her for as long as she would let me.

I had a hand on her hip now, pulling her body against mine, and she didn't protest. Last night was nothing but sensational. We barely slept, but it wasn't just the three rounds of sex thatmade it so amazing. Amber and I lay awake talking for hours about life and what we hoped would happen in our futures. We both wanted kids, both of us a chance to do something with our careers. She hoped for something bigger, maybe New York City, and so did I. Wall Street had always been on my bucket list.

"Hmm, I think at least six times last night, but they were all after orgasm, so I'm not sure they count." She snickered, and I kissed her again and bit her lip. My God, I couldn't get enough of her.

"You are perfect, you know that?" I finally relented and grabbed her tit and squeezed. She was too tempting to not enjoy when I had the chance.

Amber playfully swatted my hand away and sat up, tossing the blanket back. Her naked body was a work of art. The perfect curve of her tit down her side to her hip mesmerized me. I found myself staring as she slipped out of bed and found her clothing.

"I have a lot to do today. I really need to call an Uber and get home." For a second, I watched her dress. I didn't want her to go home yet, but I understood the moment couldn't last forever. We both had lives. And if Naomi came by and saw her here, it would break her heart. She wanted what was left of this month to be all about my sister, not us.

"Stay for breakfast? Mom usually makes French toast or eggs." I climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to wear. My morning wood was distracting, but she didn't make a thing of it. We had enough sex to satisfy her for days, probably, though I'd be lucky to make it to lunch after that night. Just thinking of how she sat on my face made me feel like the morning wood was a little more than just a spontaneous body reaction from waking up.

"Yeah, okay," she said, but I got the feeling it was just a polite response, like she'd be more comfortable going home. At this point, I would take what I could. I knew she had three days left tofinish her studies and I couldn't be a distraction to that. She was laser focused, and rightly so. Her entire future and everything we discussed last night about dreams to make it big in the Big Apple rode on good grades. Though, she never came right out and said that, or what her big plans for New York even were. Just that she saw herself there.

Come to think of it, we had mostly just talked in abstract about those things or focused on my desire to trade on Wall Street and not just from an office in Chicago. I was building toward something, and she seemed eager to support me in that. I loved that about her.

We dressed and I walked her downstairs. The smell of bacon frying perked my appetite, which was previously only focused on Amber. It made my mouth water as I paraded her into the kitchen past Dad—who gave me an "atta boy" look—and Mom, who seemed to scowl a little. I chalked that up to her being disapproving of premarital sex, but she had to figure it was happening. I was a grown man with needs.

"Good morning," Amber said sweetly as she sat down, and I grabbed an extra plate for her. She seemed shy and a bit intimidated, and her shoulders looked tense when I set the plate in front of her and sat down next to her.

"Good morning, Amber," Mom said, but her tone was a bit short. I didn't understand why, but it seemed to make Amber more tense too. "What are you doing here so early?"

Frustrated at Mom's prying, I decided to answer for Amber and then change the subject as I dished food onto our plates. "She slept over, is that okay? Dad, could you please pass the syrup?"

Dad winked at me and snickered under his breath, but he passed the syrup. I focused on plating food for me and Amber, who held her hand over her plate to indicate she didn't want any sausage. One slice of French toast was all she let me put on herplate, though, and I wondered if it was her stomach. I hoped whatever it was hadn't been passed on to me or Naomi would hear about it and make a big fuss.

"What do you have planned for today?" I asked Amber, hoping whatever it was that Mom was annoyed about would just slip her mind. She stayed by the stove cooking, but I could see she was irritated.

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