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So I leave her be, letting her do what she has to while giving her the basis of an orgasm and focusing on not spilling my seed inside her.
All her letters, all the information she shared with me coalesces into a mass of wisdom that means I know what she likes best.
But the kissing and the nipple shit prove there’s still plenty to learn about her, and fuck if I’m not ready for a masterclass in this woman.
“Your pussy is divine,” I bite off. “I’m so close to coming. Every time you tighten around me, I’m seconds away from filling you with my cum.”
I punctuate the words with my thumb, speeding up as it flutters over her clit.
“Cody, I-I need?—”
“What do you need, baby? Anything. Everything. Tell me. I’ll make it happen.”
That triggers a shudder and she jerks to a halt, then rocks again, slower then faster, changing it up until I’m so close to busting my nut, I’m on the brink of begging her to stop tormenting me.
“You are so fucking evil.” I moan. “But in the best possible way.”
That’s when she releases a soft, “Oh!” And she sags over me. For a second, I have no idea what she’s doing as she turns to molten lava on my lap.
Her nails scrape down my shoulders before she sandwiches our chests together, trapping my hands between us.
She strains against me, faster, faster, my cock barely moving thanks to how deep I am inside her, until she finds another release.
I swallow her shriek but only because my tongue is halfway into her mouth. Otherwise, I’d want to hear her let go.
Fuck, there’s nothing hotter than watching this woman crumble.
And now that she’s exploded, I can find my own climax.
With her pussy performing the Macarena around my cock, stars explode behind my eyes, like the shit Cole talks about from his goddamn romance books.
I continue to fuck her with my tongue as she fucks me back, all while I cling to her and she clings to me, both of us struggling and straining and seeking and finding, always finding.
Even in my dazed state, I recognize a truth that’ll get me through the darkest of days—together, we’re never lost.
Cody
When I correctly identify three out of the five crystals she shows me, Tee’s suspicious nature reveals itself. “How do you know that? I figured you used Google.”
I make sure my cell is tucked into my pocket. “I researched crystals when you kept sending them to me.”
Her eyes narrow, that black-and-white view of the world she has filling me with warmth.
For someone so smart, she’s surprisingly naïve.
I never want that to change.
When she pats me down in the store, I buck away from her with a laugh. “Is that an illegal search you’re performing, Ms. MacFarlane?”
She squints. “Where’s your phone? I want to see your search history.”
Innocent expression fixed in place, I hand it to her once I’ve unlocked the screen. That’s when she shrieks and plants it to her chest. Cheeks burning, she scours the store for anyone who might have seen. “What the hell, Cody?”
I hitch a shoulder. “My personal cell. No one will see apart from me.”
“And me, apparently,” she wails, but it doesn’t stop her from tipping the screen so she can see the photo of her ass bearing my teeth marks. Her throat bobs the longer she studies the image, and I’m left dealing with the beginnings of a boner—honestly, her reactions are so fucking delicious.
“Imagine the album I’ll have curated by the time I have a white beard worthy of Gandalf,” I croon, sliding my hand over her shoulder as I tug her into me.