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I met her in the living room. Handing her a bottle of water, I patted the couch next to me.

“What’s up?”

Dawn set her water on the coffee table and sat down next to me, her hands gripped together tightly in her lap.

“Um. I miss our arrangement.”

“What arrangement?” I asked.

I couldn’t resist teasing her. I’d seen the scorching looks she’d been sending, noticed her checking me out when she thought I wasn’t looking. Our enforced celibacy was hard on both of us.

She looked irritated. “I miss sex, okay? And these damn pregnancy hormones are making me horny as hell. Can we re-start our friends with benefits arrangement?”

My heart thudded in my chest, but I resolved to be strong.

“Sorry. No.”

Dawn looked surprised, then hurt. “Is it because I’m getting fat?”

I pinned her with a look. “You’re not getting fat. You’re pregnant. And you’re barely showing anyway.”

“Then what’s the problem? I thought the, um, physical things were good with us.”

“They were,” I confirmed. “Even better than when we were kids.”

Suddenly she looked angry. “Are you dating someone else? Is that it?”

I shook my head, suppressing a smile at her jealousy.

“Nope.”

“I don’t understand.”

I slid over and took her hands between mine. Just like every time I touched her, I felt a little zing everywhere our skin met.

“I don’t want to just be friends with benefits. I love you Dawn, and I want forever. And I’m willing to wait for you to get there.”

I watched the myriad of emotions flash across her face before she moved to straddle my waist. Dawn placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed her center against my cock. It immediately took notice. When she lowered her mouth to kiss me, I kissed her back. I let her be in control for a few moments, then moved quickly, grabbing her waist and shifting until she lay on her back on the couch with me on top of her.

Dawn’s eyes widened.

“You move pretty fast for a middle-aged man,” she teased.

I knew she thought she’d won our little standoff. She was wrong.

Bracing myself on my forearms, I leaned down and kissed her until we were both panting. I slid off the couch, pulling my shirt over my head before reaching for Dawn’s jeans. I made quick work of unzipping them and pulled them off, grabbing her panties at the same time.

Meanwhile Dawn pulled off her shirt and bra, laying naked on the couch like the best treat I could imagine.

I moved between her legs, bringing her thighs over my shoulders and slid my tongue into her dripping pussy. I groaned in pleasure. I’d missed this. I’d missed her. I began licking her up and down before focusing on her clit. I tapped it repeatedly with the tip of my tongue, then circled around it, then tapped at it again.

Dawn gripped my hair, trying to increase the pressure. I resisted, easing back to lick her again. I spread her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue into her channel, fucking her with my tongue. As soon as I felt her start to tremble I pulled back.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

Ignoring her, I started nipping along the soft skin of her inner thighs before returning to tap and circle her clit. I inserted one finger, then a second finger, deep inside her, pumping in and out. Her inner walls started to spasm, and I pulled back again.

Dawn lifted onto her elbows and shot me a glare that made my dick press painfully against my zipper.