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When he lowered me onto the bed and climbed over me, I slow-blinked at him.

Until I felt his hardness against my leg.

With a surge of adrenaline, I flipped him onto his back and crawled over him, stealing a kiss.

“My turn.”

I nibbled along his neck and his collarbone, drawing out the sounds setting my body alight. My tongue darted out and licked a swath from his neck to his ear, savoring the rumble from deep in his chest.

“Oh, love, I want you to come down my throat as I swallow around you. And when my voice is raspy tomorrow, it’ll be a reminder of your beautiful, thick cock abusing my throat.”

“Oh… fuck!”

Not waiting for him to brace himself for what was to come, I kissed down his chest, flicking his nipples with my tongue and then my thumb, before I freed his cock from his jeans. Not bothering to remove the offending clothing, I grasped the base and swallowed him down without hesitation.

“Neko, sweetheart, I’m…”

My lips tightened around his girth, and I bobbed up and down, moaning at his musky scent invading my senses and making my member twitch. When my nose bumped flush against his skin, I swallowed once, savoring his sharp curse, before I did it again. I migrated back off him as my tongue darted and swirled, teasing him.

As I reached the head, leaking profusely, I flattened my tongue and moaned as his essence filled my senses. I pressed against his slit, savoring the taste filling my mouth, and happened a glance at his gorgeous form. His back arched as his fists clenched the sheet below him, keeping tight control over his body’s actions.

I loved Graham on the edge. At each stroke, lick, and suck, I wondered if this was the action which would send him over. He would either surge up and tackle me to the bed, preparing me with quick thrusts of his fingers deep inside me, or if he’d surrender and come in my mouth.

With long swaths, I bathed his cock in my saliva from base to tip, pressing against the pulsing vein along the underside, reacquainting myself with every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck!”

I engulfed the head and teased him as I pursed my lips and sucked around the crown, groaning at the feel of his silky, taut skin. Done with teasing, I gulped him back down, not stopping until he reached the back of my throat.

My hands worshiped his thighs and hips before moving to his tensed stomach and up to pinch his nipples. A rumbled shout was all the warning I received before he shot into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored every rope of come, tightening my throat to prolong his release.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t.”

I unlocked my mouth and without adding pressure, lifted myself off, all the while staring at his heaving chest and wrecked expression.

Proud of what I achieved, I sat back on my haunches and looked my fill.

“There isn’t any way I can move.” Graham blinked up at me.

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Not to jostle him, I knee-walked toward the edge of the bed, hopped down and headed toward the bathroom. A wipe down and sleep were all we needed. After cleaning myself in the bathroom, I warmed a cloth for Graham. My eyes traced his beautiful form on the bed as I wiped come off his chest and using a gentle touch, cleaned his dick standing at half mast.

After draping the cloth on the side of the hamper, I grabbed the extra blanket from the closet and shut off the lights.

Graham reached for me when I settled and pulled me on to his chest. I buried my face against his neck as I draped my leg over his and slung my arm around his waist. Safe and loved, I blew out a breath as my eyes drooped.

“I want every day to start and end with sex.”

“I’m in. But I have one tiny suggestion. You might not agree, because the analytical side of you will think it’s too soon, or you’re still hung up on the fact I’m a decade younger than you, and when you have time to think about how ape shit my family is, you’ll change your mind. But considering you proposed to me after knowing me for a brief time—”

“Neko, sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“I texted everyone when the window was getting replaced. We’re getting married tomorrow at the courthouse.”

“Oh.” I paused for a minute as a glorious series of images flashed in my head. I fantasized about hyphenating our last names signifying to the world we belonged to each other, sharing a connection I never dreamed possible, and calling Graham my husband as our relationship thrived, all of it sending shafts of urgency for tomorrow to come as I squealed and jumped at him.