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“Thanks,” she said, sipping. “This is nice, what is it?”

“Remember that sex tea I bought in that shop? This is it.” Her eyes went wide.

“Oh, dear. Do you think we need it?”

“I mean, it couldn’t hurt. We’re already amazing at sex, so this is just a cherry on top. And it’s probably just hot leaf juice that does nothing, but who cares? It’s tea and it tastes good.” She nodded and we lapsed into silence as Vegas snored.

“This is kind of perfect,” she said.

“You haven’t come yet.” She almost choked on her tea.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t have to come for sex to be amazing. Just being with you makes it perfect.” I still had my robe on and she was under the covers, which was probably practical seeing as how we had hot beverages, but wasn’t great because I couldn’t see her body.

I petted Vegas and we drank our tea.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but I needed something to fill the silence. I hated silence.

“Just this. How I fantasized about us being together in bed, but I also thought about stuff like this. Just being naked with you. This intimacy.” She looked over at me and smiled. “I like it and I’m scared it’s going to go away.”

Oh no, here we go again.

“Let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s finish our tea and evict the puppy and I want to make you come harder than you did for me. At least twice.” Emma gulped down her tea and I laughed. I got up and moved the puppy, taking him out into the living room and setting him in his bed and then staying until he fell asleep again.

When I got back she was waiting for me, perched on her side like a seductress.

“I tried like three other positions before I landed on this one,” she said, as my eyes went wide.

“You probably shouldn’t have told me that. I’m the one who has to try too hard to be sexy. You just . . . are.” I gestured to her.

“That’s ridiculous. You’re so sexy, Callyn. You don’t even know.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m one of those girls who’s pretty but isn’t aware of it?” I walked toward her and leaned my arms on the edge of the bed.

“No, because that’s insulting. What I mean is, that just do what your instincts tell you. It’s all hot, I promise. I’ve seen a new side of you that I never thought I would. I like it. A lot.” I could say the same about her.

“I like seeing new sides of you. Where have you been hiding Sexy Emma all this time?” She moved over so I could climb (hopefully sexily) on the bed next to her.

“She’s been waiting for you to be ready,” she said, stroking the side of my face. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” Well, that made me feel like shit. I didn’t want to feel like shit, so I kissed her to distract myself.

I hadn’t been waiting for her, I didn’t think, but here I was, with her. I’d gotten her without even trying or wanting her. How the hell had I gotten so lucky? That was a sobering thought.

I kissed Emma hard and deep, and she let me. I kissed her frantically, unreservedly. I gave her everything I could possibly give, almost as an apology. I was sorry for not seeing her for all those years. For not seeing how she felt about me. For being so fucking oblivious. For maybe not knowing my own feelings, which were still unclear. I kissed her and then I pinched her nipples and started sucking on her neck and then made my way down her glorious body, tasting every inch before I moved on to the main event. She was so pretty here, so perfect. I didn't want to compare myself to her, but her downstairs was definitely superior to mine.

Instead of taking too much time to stare at her, I decided tasting was a much better idea. I waited for a moment to make eye contact with her so she could tell me if she wanted this or not. Even though we’d done this before, I didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“You ready?” I asked. She widened her legs and nodded.

“Fuck, yes.”

I took my time and teased her like she had for me. I could feel the contractions starting to come, could feel her legs trembling around my ears, but I didn’t let her have it. I pulled back and kissed her thighs and then started the whole thing over. I discovered that even more than pressure, what drove her wild were little tongue flicks on either side of her clit along with deep strokes of my finger inside.

“Please, Callyn, please. I need it, I have to,please.” She was right, begging rocked. I wanted to draw it out, but I also wanted to give her an orgasm so I could get her to the second in quick succession, so I fluttered my tongue on her clit and stroked her inside at the same time and kept going until I felt the contractions with my hand and my tongue and by her noises and movements. I wanted to raise my head and see her face, but I also wanted to keep this going, so I sacrificed my look and kept my tongue doing what she needed it to do.

This time she was screaming and I definitely heard my name. That almost made me come again. Holy shit was it great to hear someone say your name in the throes of a fantastic orgasm. Top notch moment.

When she quieted at last, I risked raising my head only to find her with a completely blissed-out smile on her face and a mist of sweat on her chest that made her glisten like some magical creature.

She stroked my sweaty hair and sighed.