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I rub my thumb over her lip. “I love yours more.”

She wraps her arms around my waist and speaks against my chest. “You want to get a bath? I have a dumb, funny idea…”

“Dumb and funny?” I swallow against my scratchy throat. “Sold,” I tease.

I carry her over to the tub and set her on its ledge while I start the water. She undresses. I watch every move she makes until I’m hard, and then I take off my clothes, too.

Her little “mmmmm” as my dick springs free of my boxer-briefs is enough to make me throb. We get into the tub together, but this time I set her down by the faucet. We face each other, and she strokes my shaft as the water laps at my balls and I play with her clit.

“Ahh.” The noise is breathy and delicious. Fuck, her nipples are all hard and tight. I can see the goosebumps on her creamy breasts. She grips me tighter, strokes me faster.

“I love that look on your face,” she says with a smirk. Her lids are heavy, cheeks are pink.

“What look?” I smile, and I can feel that same sedation on my own face. Everything inside me builds and tenses, but somehow on the outside I feel slower.

“The turned-on look,” she whispers. “Your face gets kind of red up here…” She reaches out and strokes under my eyes. “Your eyes look like they’re trying not to close…” Her fingers trail around the rim of my head, and I can’t help panting as the pleasure spins out through my thighs. Then she strokes the tender notch there at the underside of my head, and I do close my eyes as I shift my hips.

“Fuck…” She’s still pumping my shaft.

“Your voice gets low…and your nipples get tight.” She strokes me with a firmer hand, and with her other hand, she pinches one.

My dick throbs, and I groan.

I try to up my game on her clit, and I feel her shimmy closer to me.

“Christ…” She’s doing something to my fucking balls. “I want— ohh, Gwen.” A burst of heat spreads from my thighs up to my belly, where it pools and pulses as my dick pounds to the rhythm of my heart.

I stroke her clit and run a finger through her lips, and in the water I can feel her slickness, the lack of friction as I spread her open.

“Oh, fucking…hell,” I breathe. I need inside. Which way? I can barely visualize positions as she rolls my balls and strokes my dick. The way her wrist twists, her hand cupping my head…

It’s all I can do to wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her atop my lap. I rub myself against her soft curls.

Gwenna spreads herself for me. I hear her gasp as my head rubs against her where she’s slick and swollen. Her hands grab my shoulders. With her legs around my hips, she tries to push herself against me, push me into her.

“You need a dick inside that pussy, don’t you Piglet?” I can’t help enjoying her frenzy, even though I feel the same way. I find her core and linger there, applying gentle pressure so I spread her, but not pushing in. Gwenna’s body trembles.

“Please!”

“My pretty, pink Piglet...”

“Barrett!”

I chuckle as I thrust, burying the tip inside her.

Gwenna moans. That sound is music to my ears. “Sweet Gwen...”

I bury myself balls deep, and now it’s my turn to moan—more of a grunt, really. “Aghh…so fucking tight.” I lift her by her hips, pulling her off my dick and slamming her back down on it. She gasps and grabs a handful of my hair. Her cunt squeezes my cock. I feel my balls draw up and throb; my cock swells inside her. Gwenna feels it too. She squirms and grabs my neck, pushing her breasts against my chest as my hands grip her hips and she starts to bounce atop me. I can feel her coming as I start to lose control myself. My hands lose their grip as her pussy milks my dick and with a final grunt, I blow inside her.

As I carry her to bed, so clean and soft and sweet, life feels right for the first time in as long as I remember.

GWENNA

Barrett has his usual early morning dream, but this time, I pull his torso into my lap and rock him, patting his cheek until his eyes peek open. His brows draw down, and I watch him blink a few times as he tries to come fully awake. I kiss his throat and jaw and cheek and whisper sweet things to him. There’s this moment when his face twists like he’s eaten something bitter, and I think he might cry. I pull his cheek against my neck, and Barrett locks his arms around me. He squeezes me so tightly it hurts my shoulders.

“It’s okay…”

“The liver shot,” he rasps. He swallows, folding himself around me.

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