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I rear up, banding my arms around her upper body against me, and take over. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling at the ends of my hair.
Using her wetness, I massage her tight hole and dip the tip of my finger in, while pistoning my hips up into her. Her gasp turns into a long guttural moan while I fuck her.
I’m so wrapped up in this woman, a dim part of my mind tells me I’ll never be the same once this night is over.
Her moans turn to high-pitched gasps until she finally yells my name. The feel of her coming around my length has my balls drawing up tight, and with a roar against her chest, I fall right along with her.
I see stars and my vision goes hazy.
Once we catch our breaths, she slides off me onto the sofa, and I get up on shaky legs and take care of the condom.
When I come back, I collapse down next to her and pull her back onto my lap, my arms wrapped around her waist.
And yeah, I’m getting hard again having a naked Olivia sitting in my lap, but I want her close to me.
With a smile, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me long and deep.
There’s a shit ton of emotions behind this kiss, and I wonder if she feels what I’m thinking.
That I want her to be mine in every way. I want to be more than her best friend.
I want to be everything to her. Just like she is to me.
I try to convey it in the kiss because there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to be able to say it to her.
When we break apart, she grins at me. “No wonder the women flock to you.”
I raise a brow. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re the magic man. The hands, the dick, the tongue. They’re magical.”
I chuckle and place a kiss under her jaw. “The only woman I care about is sitting naked in my lap. Making my magical dick wake up for round two.”
Her smile is downright sinful. “Well, we can’t let a good hard-on go to waste.”
I’m happy to report no hard-ons go to waste during the night. Hard and rough, slow and tender, in the living room, against the wall, in the kitchen.
I’ve never had such a fun time having sex, and that’s saying something for a guy like me. It is as though we are trying to prevent the new day from dawning and our time running out.
In my bed, as the sun edges over the horizon, I roll her over and slide inside, where she’s wet and ready for me. With our gazes locked on each other and our hands entwined together over her head, we make slow, sensuous love. It’s the only thing I can think to call it since it is way more than sex.
I know it’s different, because every move I make is driven by love, not just lust. It’s intense and overwhelming. My vision tunnels to just the two of us in this bed.
When she comes, my name is a reverent whisper on her lips as she wraps herself around me. With one last thrust into her, I bury my face in her neck and ride out my release, inhaling the lavender scent of her hair.
After, she curls up next to me, her fingers drawing figure eights over my heart. “Caleb?”
I run my hand up and down her arm. “Yeah?”
She doesn’t say anything for so long I think she’s gone to sleep. But she finally says, “Best. Night. Ever.”
I chuckle but it feels forced. I know she’s trying to keep it light, playful. The way friends with benefits would be.
And because I can’t deny her, I go along with it.
“Well, youarewith the magic man.”
I tickle her side and she wiggles and squeals, but when she settles back against my side, she’s asleep in seconds.
