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I swallow over the huge lump in my throat and the anxiety building. I’ve prepared myself over the last six hours that when she woke up this morning, she’d realize how fucked up I am and want out. And as much as that would hurt, I’d let her because it’s for the better. She deserves normal, not another fucked-up person. Running my hand up the curve of her back, my fingertips trace the bumps on her spine. “Do you want some coffee?”
She shakes her head. “Not yet.” Shifting, she moves closer and places her head on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
I shrug but don’t give an answer. I’m not sure I can. How do I even explain what happened? I can’t. I don’t even know. With that sound, I’d been transported back into a time when nothing was safe and my future lay in the hands of others who fought to destroy it.
Her stomach growls and she giggles into my chest.
“Are you hungry?” I ask into her hair, my words rough.
A sigh falls from her lips as her hand dips under the sheets and palms my erection. Yep, hasn’t gone away no matter how hard I try to talk him out of his plans for the day. “This looks like a good breakfast.”
I groan, a shudder running through me. “Aren’t you tired?” I whisper in her hair, running my nose along the curve of her neck.
She twists, one arm planting herself firmly to rise up and look back at me. “I want to try something.”
Before I understand what she means by that, she’s traveling down my body.
Rising up on my elbows, I watch through lust-filled hooded eyes as her mouth moves down my stomach to between my legs. I smile, unsure what I’m supposed to do.
Before she even touches me, pleasure shoots up my spine, my body shuddering in anticipation. “How many times have you thought about this?” she asks, holding my cock in her hands, stroking it slowly.
I can barely get words out, but I eventually give her the truth she deserves. “Probably every day since I was fourteen and you devoured a Popsicle in front of me.”
“What Popsicle?”
I smile when she bites down on her bottom lip. “The cherry one. Eighth grade, baseball fields, I was playing short stop, you were on the sidelines and the juices were dripping off your lips.” I groan, shaking my head slowly. “Most erotic imagery of my teen life.”
She bursts out laughing at me. “You have a very vivid memory.”
If only she knew what I’d die to erase from it.
“Well, let me see if I can make your teenage dreams come true.”
You already have.
When she finally licks my cock from base to tip, I nearly loseit. I’ve never had a blow job, but I’ve imagined what they were like. And my imagination in no way did it justice.
My body tenses, anticipating what’s probably going to happen rather quickly. I toss my head back at the unbelievable sensations coursing through me when she closes her lips around me.
Prying my eyes open, I watch her head move up and down, her hair tangled around my hand gently. There’s no pressure added, just resting there with a subtle touch as my hand follows the natural movement of her head.
She seems to appreciate the encouragement and smiles around me.
A memory every man wants?
Their girl smiling around their dick. I have it now.
The sounds she makes are enough to drive me over the edge—soft moans and sucking.
Naturally, I don’t last long. I can’t and though I want to come in her mouth, I’m not sure she wants that. My legs tense, my stomach tightening. Groaning, I fist her hair a little tighter. “Evie… I’m gonna….” My words trail off.
She pauses, smiling. Her tongue jets out, swirling around the head. “I want you to come in my mouth.” With her hands on my upper thighs, she plunges her mouth over me with a mission in mind. I draw in a shaky breath, both my hands cradling her head. It’s more than I can take, my orgasm ripping through me suddenly, a shuttered cry of pleasure ringing through the room as I pulse in her mouth.
Evie surprises me too, swallowing, and then regarding me with a smile. Her eyes shine as if she’s gotten just as much pleasure as I did.
“Thank you,” she says, watching me.
My elbows give out and my head hits the pillow. I stare up at the ceiling fan. “Why are you thanking me? I should be fuckin’ worshiping you right now.”