Page 12 of July
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Garrett
Having Charity’s tight pussy squeeze around my cock in the throes of ecstasy is better than anything I’ve ever imagined, and I’ve done plenty of daydreaming about it.
Scorching hot pleasure surges through my veins as we tense and shudder together. Our gazes lock as our damp, naked bodies ride out the final aftershock waves of bliss.
Once my frantic breathing begins to return to normal, I graze my fingertips along her cheek and say in a ragged voice, “That was…”
When I find myself at a loss for a sufficiently wonderful word to describe our life-affirming lovemaking, Charity lets me off the hook by breathing out the word, “Yeah.”
“We’ve waited a long time to do that with each other.” Suddenly feeling guilty about the circumstances, I add, “If I’d known it was your first time, I would have found a more romantic spot for it to happen than the couch in my cluttered apartment.”
“This was the perfect way to lose my virginity,” she responds dreamily.
“It was perfect for me, too.” After dropping a kiss on the end of her nose, I add, “I wish you had been my first lover, Charity, but this is the first time I’ve ever been in love with my partner, so it felt like a first for me as well.”
Her expression darkens a bit, which makes me realize I shouldn’t be talking about being with anyone else in this moment. Bringing the conversation back to what we should be focusing on, I say, “You’re the first girl I ever looked at in a romantic way, and you’ll be the last. I have loved you my whole life, and I’ll never stop loving you, Charity. You’re the one for me.”
“I love you, too, Garrett,” she murmurs sleepily.
Deciding to let her rest, I move to the side and snuggle against her. Before long, she’s letting out tiny puffs of air with each exhale. Grinning to myself, I realize how bad I must have it for her because I find even her snoring to be adorable.
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“I do not snore,” she grouches as she sits up and stretches her arms high above her head.
The sunlight beaming in through the living room window slices across her hair and brings out the gorgeous auburn highlights. I’d considered carrying her to the bedroom during the night, so we could both stretch out, but she’d been so conked out, I hadn’t wanted to disturb her. Besides, I rather enjoyed the forced proximity of her naked body curled around mine on the single-width sofa.
“You do snore,” I tell her quietly before adding, “But I like hearing it as a constant reminder that you’re by my side.”
I enunciate my words by sitting up and pressing my lips to her temple. She crosses her arms and pouts that I have pointed out her singular flaw, so I decide to lighten the mood by picking her up and carrying her caveman-style to my bedroom. I’m sure I can find several creative ways to make her forget her annoyance––and everything else.
We are both still completely naked and comfortable with each other. She lets out a giddy squeal when I effortlessly toss her over my shoulder. Her playful smack on my ass only serves to make my morning wood thicken.
I’m rounding the bend of the sofa when I see them. Jillian is standing just outside the living room window with her mouth hanging open and her hand covering our little boy’s eyes.
