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So much for a quick nap.

Even with the curtains closed, the bit of light still sneaking in around the edges tells me time has passed before I even check the alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s now late afternoon, and we’ve slept half the day away.

And somewhere in there, Emma managed to snuggle up to me. We’re now spooning, her back to my chest. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. She fits against me perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair, and I want nothing more than the ability to freeze time. If I could only live in this moment forever, completely content and at peace.

Most of me is at peace, anyway. A certain part of my anatomy is suddenly very alert, pressed up against Emma’s round, firm little ass. Rather than drive myself forward the way every instinct tells me to, I attempt to pull back a little. There’s only so much temptation a man can endure before he reaches the limits of his self-control.

When I move back, though, she lets out a little groan and scoots closer again. “Are you awake?” I whisper, raising my head to look down at her.

“A little,” she murmurs. “It’s so nice, lying here like this.”

“It is. Though if you keep wiggling your ass around the way you are, we’re not going to be lying like this much longer.”

“Oh, no…” She very deliberately wiggles against my hardened cock, and I barely bite back a helpless groan. She has me in the palm of her hands.

“You have no idea the kind of game you’re playing,” I warn.

“Why don’t you show me?” It’s almost disappointing when she rolls over to face me, though now it’s her hand replacing her ass. She’s almost touchingly clumsy about it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, torn between gentle laughter and the very real rush of her touch. She’s not skilled, but as hard as I am, she doesn’t need to be. A stiff breeze might make me come right now. That’s what she does to me.

“I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good the way you made me feel good. But I need you to show me.” The only light in the room comes from the TV, and it allows me a look at the very earnest expression she wears. “Will you show me how to make you feel good?”

Who in their right mind would say no? I roll onto my back and open the towel still around my waist. She bites her lip at the sight of my cock, twitching and swaying as it stands straight up. “It’s nice with your hand but better with your mouth.”

“That’s what I want to do.” She licks her lips, staring at my rigid member.

“Don’t be afraid to touch it first.” A deep sigh rushes out of me when her fingers close around my shaft. Her touch is delicate yet electric. “Now put it in your mouth. Take your time. Cover your teeth with your lips.”

She’s nervous but eager, taking me inside without hesitation. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” She takes me deeper, inch by inch, surrounding me with wet heat. By the time I hit the back of her throat, I’m lost, drowning in sensation. Everything I’ve dreamed about for so long is finally coming true, and it’s better than I imagined.

I walk her through it, guiding her up and down. She’s a quick learner, but then I already knew that. Before long, she takes over, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue lashing against me.

I bury my hands in her thick hair, groaning my approval, moving my hips to thrust into her mouth while she plunges down. “That’s right… just like that, baby… you make my cock feel so good…”

She moans, and my god, the vibrations move through me, and I can’t hold back anymore. It’s too much, too good. “I’m going to come, baby, and you’re going to swallow it,” I growl.

She moans her agreement, and now there’s no way I could stop myself from following through. The familiar rush comes over me all at once, and I let go, shooting deep into her throat while continuing to thrust my hips. I lose all sense of time and place for a moment, content to focus on my release.

But then reality comes crashing back, and I open my eyes to find her kneeling beside me. Fuck. What have I done?

I sit up, prepared to apologize for my antics—when a pounding at the door makes us both gasp.


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