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His eyes lock with mine. “Damn straight.”

*

I’m not surewhat time it is when I’m awoken by the gentlest strum of fingers against my core, playing me like an instrument until my limbs are on fire. Darkness still casts into the bedroom, leaving only a subtle light streaming in from an outside light post through the crack of the curtain, which tells me daybreak is still some time away.

The softest breath escapes my parted lips as my legs subconsciously open to grant his hand more access to the nerves he’s toying with.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “I love the sounds you make when I’m touching your pussy.”

His words make my skin buzz.

“I want these off,” he says of my leggings.

He doesn’t give me time to strip them myself before his hand moves away from me to start peeling them off myself. I makea sound of disgruntlement at the lack of touch that makes him chuckle until I’m bare to him.

Then I feel him, hard and hot against me.

“If I touch you right now, I bet you’d be soaking wet for me,” he says against my shoulder, kissing it. “Would I be right?”

God. The husky tone of his voice definitely adds to what’s happening inside of me. I don’t have the words to tell him that before his hand slips between my legs and feels for himself.

He groans, his dick twitching against my butt as soon as he feels the dampness greeting him. “I fucking knew it.”

His teeth bite into my collarbone as two of his fingers enter me. My head tips back, giving him better access to my throat. He makes quick work nipping the crook of it, then swiping his tongue along my pulse as his fingers pump into me.

The sounds they make should embarrass me, but he seems to get harder from the slick noise that tells him what he does to me.

His scent.

His touch.

His everything.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, retracting the digits and making me squirm. He doesn’t make me wait before his dick replaces his hand, thrusting into me in one go. “I’m going to miss you putting me into my place and telling off my teammates.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, because that went over so well before.”

“He forgave you.”

I hum. “What else are you going to miss?”

“I’m going to miss the way you moan and squeeze my cock with your tight pussy. How you say my name when you’re coming around me.”

He lifts my leg and picks up the pace, grinding into me until I can feel him deeper. God, it’s almost unfair that this man knowswhat he’s doing. It’s torture in the best way, if waterboarding dicks is a form of it. Then I’d be guilty for how much I love it.

“I’m going to miss your warmth,” he says, hooking an arm around me. “And waking up to you.” His nose nestles into my hair as he takes a deep breath. “I’m going to miss the way you smell like me from using my soap. I’m going to miss you being here, being mine.”

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder. His free hand moves lower until it’s tweaking my nerves, pinching and pulling and rubbing them as his cock works me from within.

It’s too much.

His words.

His body.

His fingers.

I lose it.