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Except his penis. Still wedged inside her, it twitched and wiggled like it was willing to go another round.

“Are you doing that or am I?” she mumbled into his sternum.

“I honestly can’t tell anymore,” he confessed, and she lifted her head and looked at him.

Her bangs were plastered to her forehead, her eye makeup had smeared, and her hair that wasn’t still caught up in the ponytail was sticking out in a dozen directions. Her face was flushed the charmingest of pinks, and she wore the goofiest, dreamiest smile he’d ever seen.

“Feeling good?” he asked, amused.

“I feel fuck drunk,” she said, and she sounded it, too, her words just the slightest bit slurred.

“Lightweight,” he chided, but he had to concentrate to keep his own words crisp.

She just laughed, a husky trill of delight that made his dick twitch again, then rolled off him to sprawl, gracelessly, on the mattress beside him. That charming flush went all the way down. “Fuck, I needed that.”

His dick, now sadly bereft of her pussy, slapped against his thigh. He reached down to make sure the condom didn’t fall off. “Me, too.”

“No, I mean Ireallyneeded it.” She reached her arms up and pointed her toes in a long stretch, eyes closed, that same goofy smile on her face. “It’s been a while.”

Not wanting to lose track of the condom, he rolled to the side of the bed to peel it off. “How long is a while?”

“Mmm. Since before Covid.”

He almost hit the floor. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” she said, popping her lips on the p, and when he managed to turn back around her eyes were open and laughing.

“How…that’s…that’syears.”

“I know.”

“Literalyears.”

She gave that husky trill again. “I know.”

He propped himself up on his elbow beside her. “Well, now I know why you didn’t need foreplay.”

“Sorry about that.” She rolled toward him, mirroring his pose. Her eyes were heavy and still a little dazed, her mouth soft and plump and swollen. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Deal.” He reached out to skim a finger along her nose ring. “Have I mentioned how sexy this is?”

Surprise lit her eyes. “Yeah?”

“Drives me wild,” he confessed.

Her smile bloomed. “I’ve been thinking of getting another one now that I have the money for it.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “A septum piercing.”

His gut tightened. “Shit, that’s hot. Can I do it?”

“What?”

“Not do it,” he amended quickly. “Buy it. Pay for it. Whatever.”

She blinked. “You want to buy me a septum piercing?”

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