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He reaches up with his thumb and starts circling my clit with every thrust and swallows my cry with his own lips as he kisses me.

I fly over the edge, moaning into his mouth as my orgasm runs through my entire body. I clutch him to me, my pussy spasming on his fingers.

It’s the most magical feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

He helps me slowly come down from my orgasm, every single one of his little touches sending aftershocks through my entire body.

He lays down by my side, lifting his glistening hand up and licking his fingers.

“God, you taste fucking delicious,” He says. He looks down at me and my wide eyes and a smirk of mischief appears on his face. “Want a taste?”

“I—I—”

He holds a finger up to my lips and I tentatively take a small lick of my slick.

“You taste fucking sweet,” He says. “I love the taste of your slick. I want to bury my head between your thighs.”

I close my legs and my pussy clenches at his words. I imagine what it would be like if he went down between my legs and devoured me and I feel warmth appear on my cheeks.

“How was that?” He asks softly, brushing some hair away from my face.

“Mindblowing,” I whisper. “I—I’ve never come with someone before.”

“What?” He asks, jerking backward, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, I had a beta boyfriend when I was a teenager, but we were kids, you know? And doing things solo is so different than with someone,” I look him up and down, soaking in this moment. “Especially someone like you.”

“Well,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m glad I could make that a good experience for you.”

He opens his arms and I lean onto his chest, resting my head against it. Even though I feel completely safe in his arms, I feel a bit of dread creep into my chest.

He seems to notice because he tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

“What’s up, love?”

“I—I don’t know if I’m ready for, you know, everything,” I say softly, my eyes darting back and forth between his eyes to gauge his reaction. When he just looks at me with those familiar kind eyes, I continue. “I don’t think I’m ready to take your knot. I—I need more time.”

“I’ll wait as long as you want me to,” he says, cupping my cheek.

“You’re not upset that I can’t return the favor?”

“No, not at all, love. I promise it’s more than enough for me just to be able to watch you fall apart in my arms. It was fucking amazing.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, of course I am.”

“O—okay,” I say, resting my head back on his chest.

I lay my head back down on his chest and just sink into his body. I nearly drift off, while I’m in his arms.

Then his phone rings from his pocket.

His brow furrows when he sees who it is.

“Who is it?” I ask him, tracing my fingers across his chest.

“It’s Summer,” he says, answering the phone and putting it on speaker. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks her.