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He grips his cock, clearly confused.
“You ever tried edging?” I hadn’t until I read about it in one of the novels Joy made me read.
His eyes widen. “I feel like we’ve been doing that since we started dating.”
I snort. “Want to try it for real?”
He doesn’t hesitate, his gaze locked on mine. “Yes. Anything. Everything.”
My heart rate speeds and I can’t control the smile on my face. I can’t remember the last time I felt so safe to express what Iwant and need. I slide his length back into my mouth. This time, he pumps a little more deeply, his breath comes in sharp gasps and he’s not even trying to quiet his moans.
When I know he’s close, I slide off him again.
“Fuck, Daisy, I’m so close. I’ve never… I don’t know if I… Fuck.”
Two more times, I get him close and pull away until he’s wild and begging. I give him a pillow to yell into because he’s getting way too loud, and then I use my mouth to bring him to orgasm.
“Daisy. Daisy. Fuck. I’m coming. You should—”
But I don’t. Because I’ve stopped caring about shoulds and what-ifs and the right thing. I just want to keep making him feel good.
When he comes, I swallow it down.
He collapses on the bed next to me, out of breath. “I think my soul left my body for a second.”
I run my fingers over the muscled planes of his back. “I’m glad I could do that for you. It was just as much fun as I thought it would be.”
One moment, he’s laying next to me and the next he’s hovering over me. “I want to do it to you.”
“You can try, but I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a night.”
His eyes light with the challenge, and his grin is predatory. “I’m going to do more than try.”
The next hour is pleasure on a tightrope wire, verging toward pain. He brings me close with his hands, then with his mouth, then he insists I sit on his face, and finally, he lets me come on his fingers, ours eyes locked, his mouth on mine as I scream out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
By this point, he’s hard again. I squeeze his cock as I lay spent and sleepy on the bed. “Whatever are we going to do with this?”
“We’re going to save it. For the next time.”
He sounds way too serious for this moment of post-coital bliss. “Next time?”
He sits up and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms, his cock hard against my ass. “Are you saying you don’t want a next time?”
I blame the orgasm coma and the late hour for all my walls crumbling down. “I want this to be real,” I whisper, half hoping he won’t be able to hear me. “You’ll probably end up hating me and my heart will end up broken, but I can’t pretend anymore. I want you, Noah, all of you.”
He brushes damp strands of hair behind my ear. “Are you sure?”
“So sure. What do you think?”
He kisses me then, long and deep. He tastes like me and like sex and like the best man I’ve ever had the luck to know. “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that.”
Then he pulls back the covers and we climb into bed. He pulls me against him and curls around me.
“Just warning you,” I say. “I’ve been known to kick men out of bed in my sleep.”
His voice is sleepy. “I’ll take my chances.”
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