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Lying on my side with my thigh between her legs, my aching cock was pointing skyward. While I gave her nipple the same attention as the first, she encompassed my girth in her hand.

She stroked the shaft slowly and with care.

A sensation of elation ran through me. I, like her, bucked my hips against her clenched fist.

Her wetness soaked my outer thigh. I lifted my mouth from her breast and gazed into her sky-blue eyes.

Her lips parted, but no words passed them.

I took her bottom lip between mine and bit it lightly. Her back arched. I kissed her passionately and fully.

We writhed against one another, seeking more of what each of us had to offer. The kiss continued until I ached for her.

Our mouths parted.

She opened her eyes and met my gaze.

Speaking wasn’t necessary. Her eyes said it all. I rolled off the edge of the bed and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. After returning, I positioned my hips between her legs. With my gaze held by her desire-filled eyes, she ground her hips against me.

I guided myself into her.

My eyes fell closed.

Denying the depth of pleasure she provided me was impossible. During sex, the world around me no longer existed. It was only Ally and me, and nothing else.

I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her fully. I flushed myself of my life’s atrocities, inhibitions, and reservations. Relaxed fully, I gave myself to her.

All of me.

Our bodies melted together, becoming one.

As one, with our lips still embraced in a kiss, we climaxed together. The rush of euphoria that rushed through me was unique. I took mental pause, hoping I could identify what, exactly, was different.

It wasn’t, however, one thing.

It was the experience. Something she and I seemed to share.

Unwilling to admit it, but incapable of denying it, I simply held her in my arms. It was there, weakened by the powers that she possessed, that I fell asleep.

139

Abby

The living areas of the home faced west, giving a full view of the beach. The bedrooms faced east, toward the rising sun. Drifting in and out of sleep while the room transformed from dark to light, I realized our night together was over. Soon, the sun’s rays warmed my exposed skin. I lifted my head from his arm and turned to face him.

His brown eyes met mine. He looked soft and caring, almost as if he’d evolved as I slept. I wondered if it was me. Before I could get a word past my dry lips, he grinned and broke the morning’s silence.

“Good morning,” he said.

His morning voice was raspy, giving hint to the years I suspected he’s spent smoking. Even so, it was sexy as hell to hear.

I focused on his lips. I liked them. They were perfect for kissing. I smiled at the thought. “Good morning.”

“Sleep well?”

“I did, thank you. Did you?”

“Like a fucking baby,” he replied. “First time in nearly a month.”