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“Never,” Thrust “going,” Thrust “to let,” Thrust “ you go.”

He hits a spot inside me that short circuits my brain, my orgasm hitting me so hard it’s almost painful. I have some wherewithal to lean up and scream my release into York’s shoulder, his grip the only thing keeping me in place as he powers into me, chasing his own release.

Once my body comes back to Earth, York’s rhythm starts to stutter. I can tell he’s close, I give him another squeeze to push him over the edge. As I feel the first jerk of his cock and the warmth coats my insides, I pull our mouths together in a kiss meant to swallow down his sounds of pleasure.

Three words get caught in my throat, a lump I can’t swallow past. Thankfully, York offers me the perfect distraction as he pulls out once he’s soft. His eyes stay on me as I feel his release start to leak out, he grunts at the sight.

“Perfect view.” He teases my entrance, coating his fingers in our combined release before lifting his fingers and shoving his fingers in his mouth.

“My little freak.” I tease, every time he can get his hands, or tongue, on us together he treats it like ambrosia.

“Your freak, huh?” York’s chuckle has my pussy clenching, already more than ready for round two. York must see the need in my expression because he offers me a smirk, “I need to hold you for a minute, greedy girl.” We re-arrange ourselves in his bed, cuddling under the covers and tangling our limbs. “Promise me you’re going to stay.” York’s request is quiet but the feeling behind it is clear as day.

“Yes.” I whisper back, putting everything I’m feeling into that one simple word. We fall into comfortable silence, breathing each other in until we fall asleep with the feeling of absolute rightness to keep us warm.

27

YORK

SATURDAY

I’ve been awake for at least ten minutes now, just watching Sage sleep. At some point while we were sleeping, we rearranged our bodies so I’m wrapped around her back. Our bodies are pressed together as close as we can be. We’re so close I don’t know how my morning wood, that’s currently digging into her perfect ass cheek, hasn’t woken her up.

I could get used to waking up like this. Who am I kidding, I’m already used to it.

If I get my way, it’s how I’m going to wake-up for the rest of my life. Sage agreed to stay last night, at least until Mother is out of recovery but I fully intend to convince Mother to move to Colorado full-time as soon as possible. I don’t care what I need to do, I’ll find Sage a job that she enjoys as much as she did working for Mother. I’m sure gaining Mother as her in-law would be worth it to lose her as an employer.

I know I’m getting slightly ahead of myself but as far as I’m concerned, Sage is it for me. I remember talking to Mars when he was preparing to propose to Sybil how he knew. My younger brother, in all his wisdom, just chuckled and told me, “When you know, you know.” I’d scoffed and rolled my eyes at the time.

Now, though, cuddled up with Sage: I know.

Sage starts to stir, grinding her perfect ass against my length. “Oh, honey.” I tighten my arms around her, palming her soft stomach, parting her legs with one of my own.

“Good morning.” Sage yawns out, another stretch sandwiching my length between our bodies.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I turn Sage’s head so I can press a soft kiss to her lips. While she’s distracted, I lift the leg that’s between her soft thighs to open her up to me. Sage moans into my mouth, grabbing the hand that’s draped over her stomach and pushing it down to cover her mound. For a moment, I tease my fingers through her curls before slipping between her folds to tease her clit.

“So wet for me already. My perfect girl.” I tease her clit, thrusting lightly against her backside to get a little relief from the pressure building in my cock. I thought I was hard before she pressed her lush body against mine, oh what a fool sixty second ago me was.

“York, please.” The need in Sage’s voice makes my balls twitch, they’re heavy with the need to fill her up again and again and again.

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

“I need you.” She’s practically whining now and I can’t help teasing her. Just a little bit.

“I’m right here.” To prove my point, I run my tongue up the side of her neck. Teasing and tasting my girl in equal measures.

Sage lets out the cutest huff of frustration. “I need you to fuck me nice and slow from behind. Fill me up with every last drop of cum and then lick me clean like the good boy I know you are.” Fuck, those dirty words out of her sweet little mouth drive me absolutely insane.

“What my perfect girl wants, my perfect girl gets.” I angle myself at her entrance, Sage doesn’t give me a chance to tease her. She pushes her hips back, her warmth sucking me in as deep as she can go at the awkward angle. “Never going to get over the feel of you, honey.” I push in as deep as I can. I’m not able to fully sheath myself but I don’t care, as long as I can make Sage feel good, get her to where she needs to go. That’s all that matters. I press against her clit harder, moving my hips as fast as possible.

“You gonna come for me, greedy girl?” I can’t stop myself from licking and sucking on any skin I can reach. Sage’s breath stutters and the feeling of her rippling pussy tells me she’s close.

“York, I’m so close.” She’s squeezing me so tight and making the sweetest sounds.

“Need you to come.”

“Come with me, please.”