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I am prepared to give him more attention (and God knows I want to), but Reggie is already spooning with me, only we’re chest-to-chest. With a grunt that’s probably not very sexy, I yank him on top.

“I want to be safe in your arms.”

“I promise I’ll keep you that way. Not just for this week, but for always, if you’ll let me,” Reggie whispers.

I don’t know the right answer, so I simply kiss him, running my fingers over his slick, smooth head as my pussy throbs at the erotic taste of my own juices on his lips.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable saying “dirty” things to Matteo in bed, but Reggie and I’ve bypassed that. We’re in the fast lane, maybe because we only have a little time together—unless I take him up on his offer of “always.” Maybe that’s why I’m so comfortable with him. It could be forever. “I’m going to suck my juices off your cock the next time,” I moan, eyes closed, cheeks hot with a second-thought blush. What if that’s not how he expects me to act?

“Oh? Not gift wrapping it?”

“M-maybe,” I whisper, feeling his tip toy with my clit before lining up at my entrance.

The first shove stretches my opening, but it isn’t a painful one, thanks to all the foreplay. The next fills me up so completely that I feel tears prick my eyes, and my pussy clamps down, unsure what to do when something so thick presses it past its norm.

“You’re so tight, Teri. So warm and wet. Perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” I mean it. He’s the perfect size, girthy in the right spots, but not so long that I feel like I’m going to be turned inside out from his cock. I imagine taking him in my mouth, feeling him slide past the opening of my throat.

Yes, Matteo taught me so many things—but I never felt such agency in using them as I do now. “I’m going to take your cock, you know. All the way. Balls deep.”

“Therese, you’re going to kill me,” Reggie laughs and rocks in. I feel his sack slap my cheeks, and I moan.

“Not there.Here.” I trace my lips seductively with my tongue.

“That’s even more likely to make me combust,” he complains, but again, he laughs. He laughs and kisses me, tongues tangling. When he pulls back, he gives me a look I can’t decipher, something playful but sweet. “You feel safe with me. Or else you wouldn’t let me see this side of you. Hear how daring you are.”

I am feeling brave, but his definition of it makes me squirmy. I do trust him. I do feel safe with him. But it’s too fast. It’s too messy.

“You went back into your shell. Well, I think I can make you come out again.” Reggie bends his neck to capture my nipple, tugging and sucking as his hips begin steady, shallow thrusts, his thick cock already wedged inside. I don’t need him to do anything fancy like hammering all the way in and out. I want him to just move a little, hard and fast, rocking into me in that deep, hidden space that feels so good.

“Is that a good spot?” Reggie asks.

“Right there,” I squeeze down and gasp as I feel a sudden thick, curved hump cradle the spot inside of me that makes me want to explode. “How?”

“My body has limitations, but not too many. I can mold it to please you.” He thrusts again, and the new notch on his appendage feels as though it's petting my g-spot. When hemoves faster, it feels as though he’s licking it with soft, firm strokes. “My God... Reggie, doesn’t that hurt you?”

“Not at all. It feels wonderful.” His square jaw presses into my neck, and I rub the wide expanse of his shoulders as his cock curls and twists against me. “I could do more, but I’m worried the condom would break.”

“More soon,” I moan, thighs starting their familiar overstimulated tremble that means my orgasm is going to erupt soon. “As long as it feels good for you.”

“You feel beyond good. Paradise. Wet, hot heaven,” he groans, picking up his pace.

I can’t believe how wet we sound together. The slap and splosh sound would make me blush if my brain weren’t busy spiraling into another dimension, muscles wrapped around his cock as if daring him to leave.

“You’re going to suck the wrapper right off.” Reggie leans on my chest for a moment, his serious face creased into a smile.

“Maybe next time.” I wink. I can picture him pulling out and painting my breasts with his cum, and I can picture his tongue and mine racing to lick it off, meeting in the middle. A gush of wetness meets Reggie's next thrust, and I cross my legs over his back to keep him in, working my muscles against him.

I UNDERSTAND EVERYromance movie, every skin flick, every bawdy tale told by an Incubus, and every passionate declaration of love from vampires and Orcs.

I get it. I’m finally in this secret club of spiritual love and carnal pleasure that I always knew existed but never dreamed I could be a part of.

Teri’s got the most delicious little slit in the universe, not just the taste, but the way it soaks me, the way it grips me. She’s starving for me the way I am for her. It’s like finding a cure fora disease you didn’t even know you had. Teri is what I need. She makes me shed inhibitions like a snake losing old skin.

I almost say “I love you” as her pussy spasms on me and her face twists. Her hands dig into my neck as she gasps my name, a little chant of “Oh, Reggie, oh, Reggie,ohhh, Reggie!”

Her orgasm pops mine. I go a little caveman, grabbing a fistful of her hair so I can crush our mouths together. The taste of her juice is still on both our lips, and my obscene brain loves how I can taste pussy while her tongue is in my mouth, like her sweet, soaking pussy is kissing me back for all my hard work.