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My fingers thread through her hair and then I fist it, holding her tight. She stares up at me. Daring me to take control.

But I wait. I wait her out because I like her power. She makes a little noise that might be a giggle and then wraps her lips around my shaft and sucks me off.

I grip her hair, fighting an almost uncontrollable urge to force my dick down her throat. It’s a pointless battle because she eases forward until I feel the back of her throat, like she can read my mind and my wish is her command. She holds it there like she’s testing herself or maybe rising to a challenge.

“Soshee,” I murmur. “Oh, my God, that feels amazing.”

She pulls back, letting my cock fall out of her mouth. But she wraps both hands around it and begins massaging it, pumping her fists up and down my shaft in slow, even strokes.

My eyelids are suddenly very heavy. She watches me the whole time during the hand job. Grinning like a girl with a secret. Attentive like she knows exactly what I need.

And she must. Because everything about her is perfect.

But enough. Enough, Tony. This isn’t all about you. I place my hand over hers and grip it, then guide her up so she’s standing again.

She opens her mouth to say something—maybe something cute, maybe a little joke about what we’ll do next—but I kiss her before she can talk. And then I lift her up with both hands, turn us around, and set her down on the window ledge. This time she’s the one opening her legs and I’m the one easing between them. My fingers automatically slip inside her. She is dripping wet with anticipation. So, so ready for me.

Her hands are still massaging my cock. Up and down my shaft. Squeezing and turning.

I push my fingers deeper inside her and she pauses her motion for a moment to moan my name. “Tony,” she says, her breath ragged and deep.

I bite her lip and kiss her on the mouth, my tongue picking up the dance she started earlier. I push my hips forward, still playing with her pussy, my thumb rubbing small circles over her clit as I grind against her open thighs.

She guides my cock to her entrance and it slips inside as I withdraw my fingers. “Holy fuck,” she whines. “Oh, my God,” she hisses as my cock fills her up and goes in deep.

I press forward, forcing her to lean back against the window. Sunlight is pouring in through the glass, highlighting her deep red hair with bits of fiery gold. I grab it with both hands and hold her steady as I pull out and thrust forward again. Then do it again. And again.

She moans each time. And each time I push a little further up inside her until she gasps and her body goes stiff.

“Everything OK?” I ask, my own words also surprisingly deep and throaty.

She grips my shoulders in response, her fingernails digging into the hard round muscles so hard they sting. I punish her a little for that and thrust hard. She gasps again. But when I ease back to give her some relief, she pulls me forward again. Trying to get me closer. Trying to press our bodies together so tight, we stop being two people and just become one.

“Fuck me,” she moans. “Just… fuck me. Right now.”

She says this with eyes wide open. The little flecks of gold around the edge of her irises catch the halo of light from her hair, making her look surreal and mystical.

But I can feel her. Inside and out.

She’s not a dream. She’s real.

And this… this slow, careful, easy fuck belongs to us now.

This is how we do it.

This is our new beginning.

I let go of her hair and brace both hands on the warm panes of glass on either side of her body and then bury my head in her neck as I move my hips and she lifts up her knees and opens her legs.

And then I say, “Come for me, Sosh. Come all over my cock.”

Even though that never works, like ever works, it works.

She comes. She moans and writhes, and wiggles against me as she pants in my ear, dirty words spilling out of her mouth like water running down a mountain. “Oh, fuck yeah. Your cock is so big. This feel so good. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare… fucking… stop!”

The heat of her passion coats my cock and the muscles of her pussy clamp down on it like a vice. And that’s it. Date three, four… one… whatever this is… it’s over.

I pull out and come on the inside of her leg as I kiss her mouth like I just found my perfect supervillain partner.