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Ken
In some ways, he’d had the exact opposite problem Dewi experienced while growing up.
Not really knowing what it was like tonotbe alone.
He cupped her cheek and leaned in, lightly tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue, loving how they easily parted for him with a breathless whisper.
This was their future, their forever.
And a true forever with Dewi would still feel too short to him.
He kissed his way along her jaw to her ear, Dewi’s eyes falling closed as she tipped her head to give him better access, her hand lightly gripping his arm, holding on to him like she needed to steady herself.
He could never get enough of her.
Hooking a hand around the back of her neck he threaded his fingers up, into her hair, cupping her head as he deepened their kiss.
She was the sweetest, rarest liquor on the planet, and he was an eager drunk unable to drink his fill.
He kissed down her neck, along her shoulder, wanting to take his time and savor this while also wanting to bury himself deep inside of her immediately.
Everything about her short-circuited his willpower, his body and soul wanting nothing more than to own and be owned completely by her.
To throw himself into her volcano until his soul settled, quiescent, and he forever slumbered, finally sated.
Her hands found their way to his waistband, where she frantically started trying to unfasten his jeans. He helped her, shucking them even as they kissed and she shoved her jeans off and he helped her pull her shirt and bra off and over her head, all of it being discarded to the floor.
Kneeling over his lap where he still sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers wrapped around his erection and she rose onto her knees, notched him, and then sank home with their moans echoing through each others mouths and lungs and souls.
This.
Her.
She started riding him, her hands cupping his face as his cupped her ass and he didn’t bother thinking about anything else in this moment—only her.
Onlythem.
She broke their kiss to stare down into his eyes, her brown eyes dark and smoky with desire, her hips rocking and drawing closer.
With her breasts right there, fuller than ever, he cupped them and bent his head to them, back and forth between her nipples and making her moan.
“Yes!” Her body echoed what his mouth did to her as she pulsed around his cock, her hands now tangled in his hair and holding him there. “Please!”
He could do this all night but it was harder for him to hold back. Gentle nips with his teeth, grazing her sensitive flesh and urging her to rock harder, faster, until she threw back her head and cried out about the time he realized his control had completely frayed.
He released her breasts and grabbed her by her waist, thrusting up into her even as she rode him, until they both finished and sort of flopped over onto the bed, their foreheads pressed together, their breathing slowing, in time.
Dewi giggled. “I liked that.”
He snorted. “Thank goodness.” He twirled a lock of her long hair around his finger. “Shower?”
“Mm-hmm.” But she didn’t move and neither did he, at first.
Her gaze focused on him, peering deeply into his eyes, into his soul. “I’d quit if you asked me to.”
Another long, sweet kiss. “I don’t want you to. Unless you ever decide to. You’re good at your job. Let’s just find mutually satisfying ways to make this work, okay?”
