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She was so fucking close.

All it took was another few thrusts before she was doing exactly what I wanted.

Crying out my name as her pussy spasmed around me, taking me with her, the orgasm so fucking intense that I swear my vision went white for a minute.

I seemed to come back from it all at once, her ass still in my lap, her breath heaving hard, and her thighs shaking.

Reaching down, I massaged her ass cheeks for a second before pressing her down onto the bed.

I found my pants, yanking them up, then going into the bathroom to deal with the condom.

I was going to go make us some coffee, but then I heard the distinct sound of someone fucking somewhere downstairs, and turned to make my way back into my room instead.

There was Everleigh, flat on her back, the bedding at the bottom of the bed, her perfect body on full display.

Fuck.

That feeling spreading across my chest?

I wasn’t stupid.

I knew what it was.

Something I couldn’t feel toward a woman who would, sooner or later, wise up and leave me behind.

I took a deep breath as I moved further into the room.

“Don’t do that,” I demanded when Everleigh seemed to finally notice I was looking at her, and draped one arm over her breasts and the other over her pelvic bone. “Don’t hide from me,” I added as I yanked down my pants at the side of the bed. Her head turned, her gaze moving over me. “See how you like looking at me?” I asked, watching the heat rise on her face. “That’s how I like looking at you,” I told her as I kneeled next to her, moving her arm off of her breasts.

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss between her breasts.

Then, pulling her arm away, placed one right on the triangle above her sex.

I climbed over her to my side of the bed, pulling her back onto my chest.

“Shouldn’t we be getting up?” she asked.

“Everyone else is going to be sleeping until at least eleven. Might as well catch up on some sleep too.”

We did then.

But not for long.

We both woke up seemingly in unison, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from watching her with a small smile tugging at my lips as she rolled onto her back and stretched like a cat before remembering her nudity, and pulling her blanket off the bed to wrap around herself.

“I get the shower first,” she told me, then grabbed clothes, and rushed off to shower.

Alone, I let myself marvel at this turn of events while she showered, then climbed in after her, loving the way the smell of her was all around, and her line of skincare products was on the sink cabinet. And her toothbrush, with it’s baby pink cap, was sitting next to mine in the drawer.

By the time I finished, Everleigh was out of the room, and I made my way downstairs to find she’d already brewed a pot of coffee, the smell filling the downstairs, chasing away the scent of beer and liquor and, it seemed, pizza, judging by all the empty boxes scattered around.

She was standing in the living room, brows pinched as she looked down at a pile of clothing on the floor.

“That’s… three sets of underwear,” she said, glancing over at me as I moved next to her, seeing a pair of pink panties, and a yellow one, along with a pair of black boxers.

“Told you the parties get a little wild here,” I said.

“I underestimated how wild. Ah, out of curiosity, and in no way related to the scene in front of me, do you guys happen to own a carpet cleaner? A fabric steamer? Something to sanitize soft surfaces?”

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