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I could draw you the flare of her hip, the shape of her thigh, the roundness of her ass. I could describe in explicit fucking detail the feel of her hair as it slid through my fingers like spun silk.

As the sun started to peak through the dark sky, and the party below us wound down, and people made their way to the rooms around us, I had to finally admit that this wasn’t some dream.

This had happened.

Not only had it happened, but she’d been the one to initiate it.

She’d been the one to climb on me, to run her hands and lips over me, to suck my cock into her mouth, to tell me how much she liked the feel of me, to beg for more.

I wanted to go slow with her, to make it last fucking hours. Because some part of me was sure I would only get this once.

But the feel of her, the sounds of her, it snapped my fragile hold on my control.

And, somehow, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I was pretty sure this night would be what would replay over and over on my deathbed as I was waiting for the end.

The first chirps of birds were singing in through the windows as my body stirred, as my cock started to thicken with the closeness of her, with the heat of her sex right above it.

Before I could even think of trying to slip away, to let her sleep, I was rolling her onto her back, holding some of my weight off of her as she slowly blinked awake to me grinding my cock against her.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her back arching up even before she seemed to fully wake up.

Another sweet little whimper escaped her as I rocked myself against her again.

Her pussy was already wet against me, already ready for me.

I reached toward the nightstand, grabbing another condom, and slipping it on as Everleigh watched me with heated eyes.

Finished, I didn’t play for another second, I slid inside of her, feeling her tight pussy close around me, pull me in deep.

A growl escaped me as I pressed my forehead to hers, surprised at how strong the need was for release already.

Everleigh’s arms and legs went around me, holding me close as I started to move inside of her.

I tried to take it slow, to savor it.

But we were both too fucking needy.

Her fingernails were raking across my shoulders. Her hips were grinding impatiently against me.

Pulling back, I knelt on the bed, hooking her legs up onto my shoulder, and picking up the pace, fucking her hard and deep, the headboard knocking against the wall with each thrust. Not that it mattered. The sound was drowned out by Everleigh’s moans as I drove her up.

Her thighs were shaking as I felt her pussy walls tighten around me, as she got close, then crashed down into the orgasm that damn near took me with her.

But, fuck, she was so gorgeous when she was coming. I wanted it to happen at least one more time before I fell apart with her.

“I can’t,” she whimpered afterward as I kept moving inside her.

“Yes, you can,” I countered as I reached up to remove her legs from my shoulders, pulling them down and spreading them wide on the mattress, giving me a view of my cock buried almost to the hilt inside of her.

And, fuck, was that a good view.

My finger slid across her clit. Slowly. Almost lazily. Giving her time to build back up before I started to move again.

When I did, I did it slowly, watching my cock slide out of her.

My gaze slid up, finding her gaze downcast, watching herself take me inch by inch as I slid back in.

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