Page 104 of More Than Just Friends

That was an action that was special. Reserved only for each other. Knowing that just made everything even more intense.

And holy shit. Exploding inside her. Filling her up with my seed was the greatest privilege of my life.

I thought nothing else would come close.

But when Ali got on her knees and sucked me off… fucking hell.

That moment felt like I’d just been given a lifetime of Christmas and birthday gifts all at once.

I’d dreamt about that moment for years.

No. Decades.

I’d lost count of the times I’d got myself off on the fantasy of Ali wrapping her lips around my dick. But what I’d imagined in my head didn’t even compare to the real thing.

The way she took me in her mouth.

The way she looked up at me as she pushed me to the back of her throat.

The way when I told her I was about to come and tried to pull out, she pushed my cock back in and swallowed like she was enjoying her favourite dish.

Fuck. Just thinking about that made me hard.

That memory was going to live rent-free in my head forever.

Strangely though, it wasn’t just the sex or the mind-blowing BJ that made last night special.

There were multiple moments that happened in between. For example, not long after we’d finished making love on the bed, my stomach had rumbled and Ali jumped up immediately because she’d remembered that she’d brought a box of my favourite spanakopita back to her room and put them in the fridge, just for me. Because she knew they were my favourite.

That sweet gesture made my heart swell like a thousand hot air balloons.

Then my joy continued when she’d got back from getting her nails done. After we’d both got ready for bed, Ali had curled into me and fallen asleep on my chest.

I also loved how when I’d moved and my arm fell from its position around her waist, Ali had grabbed it and wrapped it back around her.

And she looked at me differently. There was some kind of awe in her eyes, like she thought I was a big deal.

Everything between us was just so calm, easy and right. It was as if this was how things were supposed to be.

For the first time in years, I felt at peace.

People say that life isn’t perfect. But I disagreed.

This, me and Ali and everything that had happened between us was the definition of perfection.

Ali’s alarm sounded.

‘Already?’ she groaned.

‘Morning, sleepyhead,’ I said, stroking her cheek.

‘Morning. Is it really eight thirty?’

‘Yep.’

‘Bummer.’

‘Come on.’ I bolted up. ‘We’ve got an exciting day ahead. Breakfast followed by one of the most glamorous weddings we’ll probably ever attend in our whole lives. And you’ll get to wear that stunning dress.’