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She's the image of vulnerable. Exposed. Bold… for me. And subconsciously I think she encourages me to be the same.

"Do you think you'll miss me while you're the one that's gone?"

She hesitates briefly, her cheeks flushing and her throat moving up and down.

But I barely have a chance to get nervous about her having second thoughts before she answers—unwavering and unafraid.

"Of course I will."

My hands fly to her chest, my mouth quickly following. And Lenny's head rolls back as she lets out the sweetest whimper.

"You promise?" I ask between flicks of my tongue.

She hums as I stand back up, brushing my thumbs through the dampness I left behind.

"Words, baby," I whisper into her ear as I walk my fingers past her belly button.

"I promise," she moans, bracing herself against my forearm. Her grip tightens the lower I travel.

I dip beneath the elastic before plunging my hand fully inside. And when I slide my middle finger up her center, the sounds that fall from our lips nearly match.

"You're so ready," I groan, my wet finger circling her clit.

"For you?" she pants, her eyes finding mine again. "Always."

That alone is enough to drive me crazy—that and the fact that she reaches forward and holds me over my sweatpants.

"Fuck, Lenny," I groan, dropping my forehead to hers. "What am I supposed to do without you again?"

She looks at me, her chest heaving in short, heavy waves. She parts her lips, and I brace myself for an answer I never expected to yet another question I didn't mean to ask—but also don't regret.

She doesn't respond with words, though. Instead, she falls to her knees in front of me while I stay standing in the space between my door and the living room.

"What are you doing?" I grind out as she drags my joggers toward the floor.

"Making sure you'll miss me while I'm gone."

She smiles slyly as I let her pull them off completely, then she takes me in her hand. But before her tongue touches my tip, I grab her wrist.

"I'll miss you so damn much," I admit. "Every day. Every second."

She peers up, her breath warm against that sweet spot. Her eyes widen as she waits for more.

"But none of this makes or breaks that." I cradle her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "No matter how fucking good it is—it's not the reason I'll wish you were here. Do you understand?"

She pauses briefly before nodding slowly.

"Words," I remind her.

She doesn't so much as hesitate.

"I understand," she says, and as she does, she leans in, then takes me fully in her mouth—her eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck," I growl, my hand flying to the back of her head. I rake my fingers into her hair and tug her toward me gently.

Lenny hums with her lips still around my cock and the vibration only makes me harder.

But the image?