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I wake up with Kylie in my arms. My chest feels like it’s going to burst, and it’s all I can do to keep from crushing her against me.
I’m still a little giddy, basking in last night’s glow. I probably look like a big idiot, but I can’t stop smiling. She breathes evenly, her back moving against my chest. I want to let her sleep, but now that I’m awake I can’t stop kissing her. My cock swells against her ass, and I kiss her ear, her neck, her shoulder.
Fuck, she’s so good.
She’s not just good. She’s everything.
Our first time was too fast, but holy shit, she felt incredible. Better than any woman I’ve ever been with, and there’s a long list of them. Every last one pales in comparison to Kylie. The taste of her skin on my tongue, the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. It was too much. I was coming in her long before I meant to, but she came hard all over me, so I didn’t feel too bad about it. I fucked her two more times before we both fell asleep, exhausted, and those times I lasted longer.
Much longer.
I fill my nose with her scent, swim in lilac breeze. This time it isn’t torture, it’s heaven. There’s nothing between us. Her bare skin is against mine. I’ve been inside her. I’ve filled every inch of her. Kissed her. Touched her. Held her.
And I don’t have to stop.
She shifts her hips a little and makes a noise in her throat as she wakes up. She turns to look at me over her shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hi, baby girl,” I say. I kiss her nose. “Did you sleep well?”
“How could I not?” she asks. “You wore me out last night.”
“I’m going to wear you out every night.”
She laughs. “Maybe let’s take this one day at a time, okay?”
“Whatever you need, baby,” I say. I kiss her shoulder again. “I’ll make sure you want me every day.” We lie in silence for a few minutes and I get a little nervous. Is she okay? Do we need to talk about this? “Ky?” I ask.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
She rolls onto her back and I prop my head up so I can look at her face. The sheet drapes across her belly, her gorgeous tits right there for me to see. I take her lack of modesty as a good sign. But her forehead is tight, a little groove forming between her eyebrows.
“I think so,” she says.
“You’re not sure?” I ask.
“I just…” She pauses, her eyes on the ceiling. “I didn’t expect this to happen. I’m not sure how it happened. I mean, it’s you. It’s us.”
“Are you glad?” I ask. Please say yes.
“Yes.” She smiles, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Yes, I’m glad. But … I didn’t know you wanted me like this.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you serious?”
“I had no idea,” she says. “No, I guess that isn’t true. I wondered. Sometimes the way you looked at me, or the things you said, made me think you might. But I figured you were just messing around, you know? I didn’t think you meant it.”
I touch her face, basking in the feel of her skin on my hand. “I meant it every single time.”
“That’s not possible,” she says.
“Why not?”
“You’ve been flirting with me since we were teenagers.”
“I’ve wanted you since we were teenagers,” I say.
