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“I want to last but I can’t,” he gasped and I encouraged him with my hands, the lift of my hips.

He pulled out briefly and I cried out. “Please!”

“No, no. You need to come first. I need you to, Margo. Do you understand me?” His eyes were dark and serious and a shudder wracked his large frame as he bent to taste me.

His sharp breaths puffed against my folds and he swirled his tongue through me, making sounds of approval. I swore I heard him mutter that I was delicious before I was coming, pleasure spiraling through me and my eyes wide open to drink him in.

He scrambled up and slid back into me, before fucking me in short, brutal strokes. My body was liquid under his and his thrusts grew frantic, my stomach bottoming out at the sensation. He threw his head back and a tortured groan tore from him before he was coming, taking me with him a second time.

He collapsed over me, pressing fevered kisses to my stomach as he panted. “That was amazing. I knew we would be amazing. I could do this all over again. Five minutes, Margo. Don’t make me leave yet.” His eyes were screwed shut and his words spilled out against my skin.

“Andrew.” I brushed a hand through his hair and his eyes finally met mine. “Stay.”

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Andrew

Iwoke to a scene so incredible that I wanted to shut my eyes, lest I wake up and discover it was all a dream. Margo was nestled against me, her back snugged against my chest. I breathed in her scent and tried to stay still, hoping she couldn’t feel my heart thumping. She shifted and her sleep shirt slid over her thighs. Bare from the waist down.Fuck. The ruthless negotiator in me wanted to spin this out.Play your cards right, take it slow, keep her, make her yours.That would feel so fucking good. But I didn’t know what the future held, so I needed to act now, to take what she would give and not apologize.

I nuzzled into her neck and she shifted back against my erection. I snaked an arm around her belly and pressed my palm to her stomach.

“Andrew.” Her voice was breathy and I reveled in it.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here.” I slid my hands up her shirt and over her breasts, cupping one and then the other. Her sharp inhale told me she loved it. The arch of her back and the way she ground back against me told me she wanted more. I drew teasing fingers up the insides of her legs, tracing over her folds, feeling her shudder. A nip at her shoulder and she moaned.

“I fucking love how wet you are for me,” I couldn’t stop the words I muttered in her ear. “Did you dream about me? Because I dreamed about you.” I pressed against her and hissed out a breath. “I dreamed about doing exactly this. Waking you with light touches, making you come on my tongue.”

“Oh god, yes.” She moaned and I huffed a laugh.

My fingers danced over her, tracing patterns across her clit, each breathy gasp drawing me tighter. I dipped in and out of her core, spreading her arousal over her and circling with my thumb. Her hips chased my hand and I knew she was close. My erection slipped between her legs and I was close to finishing from just that small friction. She rocked over my length and we both groaned.

A hitch of her leg and I was right there, so close to what I needed.

“I’m going to take this slow.”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” she ground out.

“Fighting me, even here.” I laughed.

“I need you.” Her words were strained, her whole body taut. She turned her head to press her cheek to my forehead and I saw her eyes screwed shut with pleasure, with need.

Fuck, this woman. She was going to kill me. I pushed into her, loving the way she shuddered and gasped, loving the way each precious inch took a moment. I guided her with my fingers gripping her hip, my other hand reaching to roll her nipple and draw shaky breaths from her throat.

“Remember when I told you it would be a perfect fit?” I seated myself fully and she sobbed out a response. “You feel so good. Better than I ever imagined.” I drew her back against me until I knew she felt me pulsing inside her.

She was squeezing me tight and I knew I couldn’t last. Not when I had thought of nothing but her for years and years. Not when I was pretty sure I was in love with her again and the ache of my heart in my chest had nothing to do with the wonder of her body and everything to do with how I craved her, all of her.

I drew out and slid home slowly, just to watch her eyes flutter closed. Again. Deep, sure, slow, each thrust punctuated by the play of my lips on her neck.

“Andrew.” She made an incoherent sound and I felt her shuddering around me.

“So soon?” I murmured and increased my thrusts until she was crying out, thrashing, rippling around my cock. “That’s right, sweetheart. Take it.”

The words ended on a groan as her clenching around me drew my orgasm up my spine, the pleasure arcing through me, lighting my nerve endings on fire. I had the sudden, insane urge to tell her I loved her, but instead I thrust into her until I was completely, utterly spent.

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“I’m goingto be your neighborhood guide today.” The announcement came as she dressed, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror and a thrill rippling through me at how utterly pleased she looked.

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