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By the time Alivia was done with me, our ice cream had melted and I was too boneless to move.

“Come here,” she said with a laugh, wrapping me in her arms and pulling a blanket over the both of us.

“But I haven’t gotten you off,” I said.

“Later,” she said, stroking my hair and nestling into me. “Right now I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Cuddling,” she said.

“Do you take cuddling seriously?” I asked.

Her arms tightened around me.

“Very seriously,” she said in my ear.

I wiggled closer to her and slipped my hand between us, groping a little bit to find the apex of her thighs.

“That’s not part of cuddling,” she said with a little bit of a gasp when I found the right spot. I had to adjust my arm to get the right angle, but I was able to stroke and cup her over her pants.

“It’s leveled-up cuddling. My hand is doing the cuddling.” I stroked and felt her harsh breath in my ear.

My hand slid upwards and then under her waistband, meeting her bare skin with no underwear.

“It really is handy that you don’t wear anything on bottom,” I said, touching her heated core. She trembled behind me, her legs shaking a little bit.

I couldn’t penetrate her completely, but I dipped one finger into her entrance, then back up over her clit, then back down, sliding in her wetness.

“Just like that,” she said, and there was something so sexy about not being able to see her but being able to feel her responses behind me.

I picked up the pace, even as my wrist started to ache with the awkward angle. I was getting her off, even if my wrist broke in the process. Worth it.

Alivia’s hips thrust into my hand and I circled her clit before plunging back inside her as deep as I could go and curling my finger just right.

She came, moaning in my ear as I felt her inner muscles pulse with her climax.

I didn’t remove my fingers until she was done and took a peek at her over my shoulder.

“You’re really good at cuddling,” she said.

* * *

After that, we did actually cuddle and since neither of us had been watching the show with any kind of concentration, we started it over and actually paid attention this time.

“You’d look gorgeous in one of those dresses,” Alivia said.

“I have the boobs for it,” I said, looking down at my chest. The empire-waisted style of the time would be extremely flattering to my figure.

“Would you wear one? Or a suit?”I asked.

“Definitely a suit,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve never really cared for dresses.”

I tried and failed to picture Alivia in a dress. She just looked so good in a well-tailored suit.

“You’d look so hot, and I’d swoon as we danced together,” I said as the main characters danced together at a ball, oblivious to the intense sexual tension between them.

“Hmmm, maybe we can do something for Halloween,” she said.

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