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“You don’t have to keep it.” She misunderstands my lack of words. She doesn’t know her gift, her love, her concern, has left me speechless.
“I love it, couch girl. I love you. I will always keep it close, Rose.” I shiver but don’t feel the usual fear. For the first time in years, the word doesn’t sit heavy in my mouth. Instead, it feels liberating.
“Zander. You don’t have to—”
I capture her remaining words in my mouth. I was right, this gift is indeed monumental. This isn’t just any souvenir; this is my girl telling me I can share her happy memories, and I’ll die trying.
I grab her waist and deposit her on my lap. All my emotions are in overdrive, and only she has the power to soothe me. I caress her face.
“You’re always so soft.” I lean in to taste her lips again.
We lose ourselves in the kiss as our hands roam over each other’s body, touching our souls, remembering what belongs to us.
I draw from her lips and kiss her shoulders. Sucking her buttery skin, I descend lower. Her exposed, flawless skin has been teasing me since I first saw her tonight. Her hands grip my hair, and her fingers graze my scalp.
My mouth roams over her chest as I tug her dress a tad lower to reveal her cleavage and kiss her there. “I like this dress. I can kiss you everywhere so easily.” I demonstrate, pressing some more wet kisses on her exposed skin.
Marr shivers at my admission as I nudge her dress further down and find the black strapless bra.
“This is sexy,” I rasp, gazing into her wild blue eyes. Holding her gaze, I graze my teeth over her tits and then bite down hard. Her shriek morphs into a moan as I suck her through the fabric.
I run my fingers over the black elastic fabric once more before dragging it down. Taking her breasts in my hand, I suck on them. She tastes fucking amazing.
How did I manage to stay away from her these past few weeks?
She squirms, and I doubt she’s aware how she’s slowly rubbing herself on me.
I continue sucking her as my hands trail lower from her waist to her thighs, finally slipping under her dress. I reach the corner of her panties and slip my fingers inside the silky fabric. They glide over the light dusting of moist hair and then over her wet folds.
I slide her on the couch and kneel on the floor before her. Nudging her legs apart with my shoulders, I kiss her inner thighs, going higher and higher while my fingers continue stroking her wet lips.
My mouth reaches its destination. I throw one last glance toward my girl—her head resting back on the couch arm, eyes closed, one hand over her breasts, trying to cover them, dress bunched around her waist and black silk panties on display. I lower my face to her sex and inhale deeply. Her scent is intoxicating. Pushing the material to the side, I put my mouth on her folds.
“Zander,” she cries out.
I glide my tongue inside her wet heat. I thrust my tongue in and out, fucking her with my mouth. She responds to my passion with heavy moans, her incoherent blubbering driving me wild.
I latch on to her clit, and she grabs my hair, tugging on it hard. She thrashes in my arms, crushing my head in between her legs until she slumps limp on the couch with a long moan.
“That was some birthday gift,” I whisper and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before getting on the couch next to her. She looks at me coyly. As always, her shyness returns, and she fixes her clothes.
I pull her into my arms as a myriad of emotions hits me. Marr settles beside me, her cheeks pressed against my chest. We stay entwined with each other until I hear her soft breathing slowly getting heavy with sleep. I kiss my dozing girl’s forehead.
As the entire night flashes before my eyes, the question nagging me since my return from Cherrywood has found its answer.
I can’t imagine a life without my girl. A smile creeps onto my lips as I think about her sleeping like this, in my arms, for all the days of my life. Placing another kiss on her forehead, I carry her to my bedroom. A thought of her dressed in white while I cross over a threshold with her in my arms crawls in my mind, and my hardening cock agrees.
I chuckle.
Calm down, Zander. You’ve still to ask, and she has still to say yes.
The night light casts a purple glow on her face when I place her on the bed. I gently get her out of the dress. After taking off my own clothes, I slide in beside her.
I pull her closer to me, her back against my chest, my face resting on the crook of her neck as I inhale her scent and fall asleep.
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