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“That’s right.”

Staring down at her, I can’t believe I hadn’t known that. “We’re both named after characters from great literature. My mother is going to be thrilled.” Hell, she’s going to be thrilled no matter what her middle name is. It wouldn’t matter if her middle name was Butterfly.

Elizabeth’s hand touches my hair, her fingers sliding through it. I close my eyes, wanting to feel her touch. “That’s nice.”

When her lips touch my neck, below my ear, I hold back the moan that wants to come out. “Love you, honey.”

“Love you too.” Her voice is a whisper, close to my ear; it makes my body come alive. The goose bumps on my arms are a dead giveaway.

Turning my head, our lips are a breath away, I move in until we’re connected. “Missed you,” I whisper between kisses. Sure, I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating.

“Me too.”

Our kiss deepens, my doing. My tongue skims her lips, seeking a way inside. She opens, and as she does, I lift her onto my lap. She pulls away and readjusts herself until she’s straddling my lap. This is perfect.

My dick was hard before she did that, and now it’s granite. “Want you, Elizabeth.” I’m tired of dreaming, fantasizing about what she’d feel like wrapped around my cock. I want to know.

Our eyes meet. “The kids…”

“Are asleep, and my bedroom door locks.”

For a moment, I worry she’s going to say no. Thankfully, she scoots off my lap and holds her hand out to me. “Hurry,” she says, her breathing still labored from our short make-out session.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. The two of us race up the stairs. I swear I hear a giggle out of her, which makes me smile. She’s having fun. Not as much fun as we’re going to be having in a few minutes…

The second we’re inside my bedroom, I flip on the overhead light, shut the door softly, and flip the lock. When I turn around, she’s standing in the middle of my room, arms to her side. “I’m not sure where to start.”

“Undress,” she says with a look of sheer determination on her face. “Now.”

Oh, fuck. This is gonna be good. I like bossy Elizabeth. “Yes, ma’am.” Kicking off my sneakers, I’m out of my jeans and T-shirt in record time, leaving only my boxer briefs. I gave those some thought this morning. I chose black. The sexiest color, hoping we’d be doing this exact thing.

“Now you.”

Shaking her head, she points to my underwear. “Off.”

Slipping my thumbs into the elastic band, I push them down my hips and past my knees. They fall to the ground. Kicking them away, I stand before her completely nude. Her eyes take in all of me, but her focus is on my cock. He likes it a great deal. So much, he bobs up and down a little. Grasping myself, I’m tempted to close my eyes at the feel of my own hand, but I can’t take my eyes from her. My Elizabeth.

“Now what?”

A blush has covered her cheeks. With a giggle, she shrugs. “I’m not sure. I’ve been imagining what you’d look like naked for a long time.”

“And?” Why do I feel like her answer is the most important thing in the world right now?

“It’s—you’re better than I imagined.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

The cocky smile can’t be helped. “I’m glad.”

Taking one step closer, I watch her expression to see if this is the right move. She moves closer to me too. “Now, your turn.”

“I’d feel more comfortable with the lights off.”

I want to deny her that wish, but she’s nervous. I can tell. Flipping off the switch, I find the room falls into total darkness. “Let’s try this.” I turn on the lamp on my nightstand, and a warm glow surrounds us. “Better?”

“Yeah.”

Elizabeth reaches down and pulls off her T-shirt, leaving her in her bra and jeans. Sitting on the bed, I watch her remove everything. Fuck. She’s perfect. Her curves are what dreams are made of, and I know from memory how soft her skin is. My goddess, my Elizabeth walks to bed and stands before me. I take no time reaching for her. And even less time pulling her onto the bed, on top of me. “Straddle me.”

Without any hesitation, she does as I ask, and holy hell, seeing her above me, well, I’ve imagined this many, many times. Reality is much better. Sliding my hands onto her hips, I run them slowly up past her waist to her breasts. Playing with her nipples until they peak to hard nubs. She squirms on top of me when I give them a gentle pinch. “You like that?”

“I do.” She begins to move her hips back and forth on top of my cock, which is nestled snuggly between her lips. The tip rubs her clit each time she moves back. “Wow,” she says, breathless.

I want to be inside so much it hurts, but watching her control her own experience is well worth the wait.

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