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And I want her coming, not worried about whether or not I’m going to die?—

A thought that has me freezing, has me still, has me out of this moment.

Something Brit notices.

Fuck.

I’m nose-deep in her pussy and worry is eating at my erection, my orgasm suddenly a thousand miles away.

“Honey—”

I shudder.

For too long she didn’t call me that.

I’m not going to fuck it up now.

I grasp that ass, tug her down onto me again, rebury my face in her pussy, and I focus on doing everything I can to make her come.

She gasps, hips bucking, grinding against me as I delve my tongue into her, as I taste and stroke and?—

“Stefan,” she groans, more of her weight dropping onto me, her hands grasping the headboard, banging it against the wall as her hips start moving, as she grinds against me, as?—

I make her come again.

Fucking perfect.

Fucking beautiful.

Her back arches, tits bouncing, cheeks flushed, eyes slammed closed.

And all the while that pussy clamps around my fingers, her orgasm turning her body into a tight ball of muscle…and then a limp pile of woman, slumping to the side.

I guide her off me, settling her head onto the pillows, her eyes barely open. “Don’t think this gets you out of talking to me,” she slurs.

I grin, lighter than I’ve been in more than a year.

Lighter than I’ve been since I found out?—

I hold back a grimace, cut the thoughts off.

Maybe I should let her go to sleep—she certainly is just a couple of minutes away from that right now. I should gather her close, tuck her against me, and allow us both to just…sleep.

But…

What if I don’t get another chance at this?

What if I wake up and she realizes this is the biggest mistake of her life?

I…

I need to seize this opportunity.

I need to live.

I start to move over her, but her lids are closed and?—

Fuck.

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