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It shouldn’t really matter but I’m terrified I’m not smart enough for Maggie. That he’ll eventually get bored with me and leave.
I’m always telling Maggie to not let anyone make him feel anything other than perfect, but I think I need to give myself that pep talk because I felt like shit hours ago.
“Hey,” Maggie says, leaning against the wall, a blanket thrown over his slight shoulders. “What are you doing?”
I should be shutting down the browser, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
He moves toward me, letting the blanket fall to the ground, and wraps his arms around my shoulders.
My cheeks flame as he takes in what’s on the screen. I should have hidden it, but I didn’t.
“Baby,” he says softly, tilting my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. “This is where you sneak off to at night?”
I swallow and look away.
“Hey,” he says, moving to straddle my thighs. “Hey.”
His hands frame my face, and his thumbs brush against my cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Didn’t want to.”
He presses a soft kiss to my mouth, and I can’t help but open up to him.
“God, could you be any more perfect?” he asks, licking inside of me.
My chest swells at those words, and I let them sink into me. He’s always complimenting me. I love it. I’m growing used to it. I crave it.
“You have to know I like you just the way you are…you don’t need to do this. You don’t need to know this stuff. It’s not important. You’re important. We’re what’s important.”
He gestures at the computer screen, and I roll my lips between my teeth. “I want to learn.”
“Yeah? Okay, then I can teach you. Why don’t you ask me, and I can help you?”
“Don’t want to bother you.”
“Hey, you’re not a bother. I want to be a teacher, Sem. Let me teach you. You teach me all about shooting and mountain climbing. Fuck, you teach me all kinds of things. Let me help you in return.”
My eyes fucking sting. I blink rapidly. Shit. He’s watching me intently, and I know he sees. He has to. I don’t even know if I want to hide it anymore.
“Okay.”
Maggie hums under his breath, and he presses that sweet mouth to mine, his tongue moving against mine, and I can’t help but pull him in closer to me. His stiff, thin cock brushes against mine, and I gasp into his mouth. He tastes so sweet and eager. He nearly vibrates with it.
How does this never get old? I’ve never had so much sex in my life.
I stand up and carry him to the room, setting him gently onto the bed.
He blinks up at me, drunk on us.
Reaching down, I trace the curve of his lip and then slide my thumb into his mouth. He sucks on it fervently, his tongue doing sinful things to it. I don’t even need to imagine what that mouth can do to me. I no longer need to stay up, jerking myself to thoughts of it. I’ve experienced it.
It was a fucking dream come true.
“Shit, Maggie, why do you always look so good.”
He hums a little, reaching down and tugging on his cock, taking my finger a little farther in his mouth. And I know, I want this. Want to at least try it. Because I’m dreaming up a future with Maggie, a future I didn’t think I could have, but maybe now seems possible.
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt, my voice hoarse with desire.
