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His hands reach for mine, pulling them above my head, as he slows his pace, kissing me as he slides in and out of me. Every noise that escapes me is met by his lips.

He takes complete control, and I let him. He’s already taught me more about myself, about life, than I’ve learned in my thirty years. I can’t wait for him to teach me more. I want him to teach me more. Show me more.

He slows down his pace, breathlessly kissing me until he pulls back enough to where just his tip is inside me. Finding a rhythm, he moves just that small amount in and out, teasing me relentless.

My body runs hot.

The hair on my neck is slick with sweat.

I need to feel him, the desire so severe my breathing has become a series of inhales.

I’m quivering.

Over and over again, he rubs his head in and out, driving me absolutely insane.

I need to feel him inside me all the way. I need to feel his girth—of, the sweet swell of his cock that is rock hard and throbbing—yet what he’s doing is bringing me so close to orgasm that I can’t stand it anymore.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.

He gives in.

When he slides inside me, giving me every delicious inch I’m craving, I explode on contact, gripping his cock in waves of spasms that make my legs go rigid, my head drop back, and my voice speechless.

He follows seconds later, and when I’m lying on his chest, breathless and relishing in my high, I take in a deep breath, knowing this is exactly where I want to be.

As his fingers run through my hair, I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat before I whisper, “I can’t believe I was such a fool to let you go.”

He places his finger under my chin, tilting it up until I look at him. “I’m just glad you came to your senses. You’re my muse. Don’t you ever forget that.”

I lean up to kiss his lips, enjoying the feeling of him pressed against my body. “I like the sound of that,” I whisper before curling back into his side. I’m dying to say, You’re my lobster, but if he didn’t get the Friends reference, it would ruin the moment.

* * *

I wake up, wrapped around Tanner for the first—and hopefully never the last—time. The sun shines through the tall windows, waking me more easily than any alarm could.

I glance over to see Tanner breathing softly with his eyes closed. He looks peaceful as his golden hair falls over his cheek, so I reach up and push it off to the side. His eyes flutter open, and he grins as he reaches his hand up, pushing the rest of it off his face.

“Are you going to give me shit about cutting my hair, too?” he teases as he curls to the side, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “My brothers give me shit all the time about it.”

I entangle my hand with his. “I don’t want to change a thing about you.”

He hums his agreement and holds me tighter. No matter how much I don’t want to get up, I know I have to.

I start to rise, but he keeps me down, groaning his disagreement to me moving and wrapping his leg around me. I giggle.

“I have to get up. I have school remember?”

“Me, too.” He doesn’t act like he has any plans to leave this bed.

“Yeah, but I’m the teacher. I can’t be late.” I look at the time, and a small panic sets in. “I only have an hour and a half to get home, get dressed, and get to work.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“You have a car?”

He opens one eye with a mischievous grin on his face. “No. I have a motorcycle.”

“Oh no. No, no, no. I don’t ride motorcycles.”