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I throw my head back down, kissing her red, swollen lips while pumping my fingers in and out as I feast on her. The taste was compelling and immersed my mouth rapidly. I was running out of air, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to have it all. As I curled my fingers inside of her and disconnected my face, I notice her reaching for anything around us to help her scoot away. “Don’t even think about it,” I tell her, holding her in place. I
sit up more, crawling over top of her, pushing my fingers deeper until I can feel her g-spot.
Her hand falls from my head and she pushes a hard palm at my chest, opening her eyes to find me. I wanted to see every face she could make while cumming right on my fingers. I begin jerking them inside her, sitting back on my knees to watch the show. Her hand waves around, looking for my body until she drops her arm succumbing to her trembles, screaming. The palm of my hand instantly starts to fill with her cum.
“More…please more…” she begs in a weak, exasperated tone.
I inch my fingers out of her, lifting them right to my mouth to lick off whatever I managed to collect on my fingers. Exactly as
I planned—I devoured it entirely.
“Josh…” She elongates my name, moaning for me to probably say or do anything now that she was worked up 335
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She sits up on her elbows to watch me. “I’m sorry, you just taste like a dream.” I bring my arm to my mouth, wiping any access, looking down at her. She was ready for more and her eyes were pulling me in.
“You’re done already?” Her head falls to the side.
“Only if you want me to be, doll,” I say, pressing a kiss on her cheek and making her lay back again. She grabs my necklace, pulling me with her.
“You should make love to me,” she whispers, pressing a nail against my chin then slipping her hand behind my neck to pull me closer. “Pretty please? Show me how much you love me before I have to go?”
My heart was reverberating throughout my whole body. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—my fear of losing her is overwhelming, but at the same time, I couldn’t imagine living my life without her. Ididn’twant to rush and get it over with.
I wanted to take my time and really show her how special she was. Making love to me is a special experience that only two specific people can share. She wants to have it with me. Not that I viewed it as anything less the last time, but to hear her say it out loud is chilling.
Flustered by the feeling, I blunder my words, “I—I never felt like this before, Paisley.”
“Don’t be scared.” Her eyes are dazed as she pecks my lips.
“It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, face-planting the crook of her shoulder.
Her lips press against my neck and chest, again and again, attempting to relax me. I inhale through my nose, exhaling out my mouth before lifting my head again.
“Sorry for feeling things?” She moves some of my hair from my face.
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I lick my lips with a bashful smile, looking at her hand.
“You’re the best man any woman could ask for,” she adds.
“As if I’m not in bed with the most gorgeous girl in Jersey.”
I
kiss her hand.
She cups my jaw, kissing me, reeling me back into a sensible place again.
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I wasn’t expecting my last day with Paisley to be spent on the Fourth of July, but it works for a few reasons. One, it was like congratulating her on her success. If she leaves with nothing learned, I hope she at least knows that her life is about to change for the better. The second reason is that we get to spend our last night under a fireworks show. Our houses have pretty great views since we sit in a higher part of town and it makes for an unbelievable show every year. I used to look forward to it. Those days of waiting for it are falling behind me the older I get—but today, those feelings are visiting me once again.
