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“Best. Birthday. Ever.”
She chuckles. Then she leans forward, and we exchange a long, luxurious kiss.
“We should get out,” she says eventually. “I’m turning into a prune, plus this water is disgusting.”
I laugh. “You want a quick shower?”
“Might not be the worst idea.”
So while the bath drains, we get under the shower and rinse off the last of the paint. Afterward, we dry ourselves on the big fluffy towels, and I pull on my track pants, while she tugs on a pair of pjs from her bag, and then we head off to the kitchen. We’re both hungry, so we make ourselves a platter of cold meat, cheeses, pickles, and thickly buttered bread, and take it into the living room to eat. We sit on the sofa together, she chooses a movie to watch, and we dip into the platter, stretch out together, and just enjoy being in each other’s company.
When the movie finishes, we tidy up and take everything to the kitchen, I lock up, and then make our way to the bedroom. We clean our teeth together, then climb in bed and cuddle up.
I’ve left the curtains open, and it’s clear tonight, so we can see the stars twinkling on the night sky. I realize how happy I am.
I wish she wasn’t going away. I want her by my side permanently.
The realization hits me hard enough to take my breath away.
We’ve already admitted we’re in love. But it’s too soon for declarations like that, surely? I know that even though it would make my brothers laugh hysterically to hear it, deep down, I’m a romantic. Maybe I just want this to work. I’m hoping it will work. But how do you know if any girl is ‘the one’?
I need to wait. Her being away will be a good test of our feelings for one another. Maybe when she’s gone, the magic will fade, and I’ll wonder why everything felt so intense.
And if it doesn’t, that’ll be the time to declare how I’m feeling.
She kisses my chest, then my jaw, then my mouth. “How are you feeling?” she whispers.
My lips curve up beneath hers. “If I was to say horny, would that be too forward?”
She giggles. “I wondered whether I wore you out earlier.”
“Nowhere near, baby girl. You’re not sore?” I could tell how intense the sensations the rose aroused in her were.
But she shakes her head. “I want you,” she murmurs, moving up the bed a little so she can kiss me properly. “So much. Plus, it is your birthday. You deserve a treat.”
“I do,” I agree. “You have to do what I say, right? Isn’t that the law?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
I lift up and roll her onto her back. “Then lie down, open your legs, and let me have my wicked way with you as many times as I can manage it.”
Her eyes flare. I wonder whether she’s going to say again that she doesn’t expect multiple orgasms, but she doesn’t. Does she understand that I feel guilty for not pleasuring her more in the bath? Sure, the orgasm she had seemed intense, but I’d rather it had been the culmination of a lovemaking session. I want to make love to her, but I need to make it last this time.
She lifts her arms around my neck, slides her hands into my hair, and pulls my head down so she can kiss me. “You can do whatever you want to me,” she whispers. “As many times as you like, Damon. You’re amazing, and I’ll never say no to such a generous offer.”
My throat tightens. Unable to speak, I just kiss her, savoring the softness of her lips. Then I kiss slowly down her throat, over her collar bone, and down to her breasts.
I kiss her nipples for ages, licking and sucking until she’s squirming beneath me, then finally move between her legs, lower down, and slide my tongue into her folds. Ohhh… she’s swollen and wet, and she tastes heavenly.
I tease her to the edge, then stop and kiss her thighs, and repeat that a few times, until her breaths are coming in deep gasps, and she’s begging me to let her come. Only then do I take her all the way, her cries of satisfaction filling me with a satisfied glow.
I’m not done yet, though. I move up and kiss her while I arouse her again with my fingers. Then, after she comes again, I roll so she’s on top of me and kiss her for ages, until she takes my hands, pins them above my head, and begs me to let her take me inside her. Finally satisfied that I’ve done enough, I let her climb and sink down on top of me, and it’s a short journey then to the end, as I watch her ride me, her beautiful face creased with pleasure as she teeters on the edge and then topples over.
When she’s done, she leans over me, still moving, and covers my mouth with hers. “Sweet boy,” she whispers, “come for me, baby.”
So I let her take me all the way, until I cry out with the sheer intensity of it, erupting inside her with a deep groan.
She lies on my chest and nuzzles my neck while my heart returns to something approaching its normal pace.
