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“Move, Effie. Like that. Hold me inside you. Fuck. Yes. Like that. Squeeze my cock. Jesus, yes.” I kissed her wildly. “You are fucking perfect, strangling my cock. So fucking good.”

Her head fell back and she cried out, her body going taut. I grasped her hips, holding her tight as my orgasm hit me. It was a tidal wave, sucking me under and leaving me floundering, not knowing which way the sky was. I was tossed and spun, my breathing erratic, my limbs not my own. I buried my face into her neck, inhaling the sweetness that was her.

Effie.

My Effie.

I held her close. Felt the tremor that went through her. Knew before I saw her face that she was crying. I rocked her, pressing kisses everywhere I could reach.

I framed her face with my hands, making her meet my eyes. Her eyes swam with tears, the color so blue and beautiful. I kissed her trembling lips.

“Thank you,” I murmured. “For your gift.”

She covered my wrists with her fingers, the pale skin delicate and soft against mine.

“That was…” She shook her head. “I have no words. I didn’t expect…” Again, she trailed off.

I kept her against me as I lay down, holding her. I didn’t recognize this man or his actions.

But then again, this man had never bedded Effie or been given such a priceless gift. The last time I’d been with a virgin, I had been one also. We’d both been bad at it.

I pulled a blanket over us, not wanting her cold.

I knew I should talk to her. Make sure she was okay. That I hadn’t hurt her.

That she wanted to do that again.

Several times.

Or perhaps, for always.

I blinked at those thoughts.

Then Effie let out a little snore. I glanced down, unable not to smile. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks. She was nestled on my chest as if that was where she belonged. Her hand rested over my heart. And she was smiling.

I shut my eyes.

I was pretty certain I was doing the same thing.