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I bent down and brushed my lips against hers. I needed to kiss this woman who had come to mean the world to me. This woman who could weave magic with her words.

Marlowe didn’t hesitate. She moved, and her hands were caressing my cheeks as she opened her mouth to invite me in. Soon I was tasting the flavor of Marlowe, the heady essence that could send me to the moon and back. This time when I couldn’t carry her to the bedroom, I didn’t even flinch. It didn’t bother me in the slightest. This was my new normal, and it didn’t make me less than.

I put my arm around her shoulders, and she put her arm around my waist.

“You don’t make your bed,” I teased.

“Why would I do that? I’m just going to get back into it later that night. Seems like a waste of effort to me. Do you make your bed?”

“Every morning.”

“Freak.” She giggled.

I pushed her down onto the unmade bed and she continued to giggle. I started taking off my clothes and she knelt up on the bed, taking off her clothes too. Apparently, it became a race. I hoped she’d win. That would mean I had the most Marlowe naked time.

“You’re sure the headache is gone?” I asked as I went to my duffel to grab condoms.

“If I still had it, this would be the perfect remedy.”

I turned and squinted at her.

“Stop it. The headache is gone. I promise you. Want sex. Now. Remember?”

I hesitated.

“Look, ta-tas.” She lifted up her full, firm breasts.

“I’m looking.” I dumped the strip of condoms on her nightstand and tugged her down so that we were both lying next to one another. Her beautiful brown eyes were dancing with mirth.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Just you.” I went in for another kiss. Soon I was lost. Just being connected to her in a kiss had me forgetting that we were naked in a bed. But when Marlowe grabbed my ass, I remembered the plot. I broke away from her mouth and started to string biting kisses downward.

“Oh goodness. You’re good at this.”

“No, Sweetheart. We’re good at this. Trust me, this is a we thing.” Her eyes fluttered shut as I licked at the pulse point on her neck. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Soon I was confronted with her beautiful breasts. Ta-tas. What a silly word for something so miraculous. As I licked all around the tip of her nipple, I reveled in her whimpers of pleasure. Then I took her pointed nub into my mouth and she let out a loud sigh.

“Yes. Just like that.”

I continued my ministrations. I used my right hand to tease her other breast.

“Yes. So perfect.”

That was my line. She was so perfect.

I trailed my left hand down. Past her bellybutton, until I got to the good stuff. I found her soaked.

Marlowe spread her legs, eager for my touch. Yet another thing that made me feel ten-feet-tall. I speared two fingers into her hot, tight channel and she bucked upwards, her soft body hitting my hard, aching cock. Game over.

I removed my fingers and licked them. She was watching every move I made, and me licking her essence off my fingers turned her on. I grabbed for a condom off the nightstand, tore it open and rolled it on as fast as I could.

“I wanted to do that,” she pouted.

“Maybe next year, when I have more control around your naked body,” I promised.

Her sultry grin did nothing to help my self-control.

“Are you ready?” I asked.