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Since I was fifteen years old, I’ve liked sex—any kind of sex, but in this moment, I realize I’ve never had a blowjob this perfect.

Emi has tried several times, but I’m too impatient, focused on getting inside her. I was a fucking idiot.

My hips thrust forward, and I dig my nails against her scalp when she increases her grip on my balls to stop me.

She’s in charge, slowing her motions to toy with me. Her eyes rise to mine again and are hooded with lust. Gently, she uses her teeth to scrape the sensitive base of my shaft. I feel myself grow thicker and my balls grow tighter as she repeats the motion, this time dragging the underside of her tongue up to play with my crown.

I release the groan I’ve been holding in, and she grins again, winking, this time increasing her suction and taking me back in all the way. Roaring starts in my ears, my blood pumping furiously through my body. The muscles in my abdomen flex tightly as I try to hold off the explosion that’s building.

Without slowing a bit, she places one of her legs on the other side of mine and grinds her slickness on my thigh. She’s soaked, her sweet pussy rubbing skin to skin. I raise my leg to give her better leverage, and her eyes snap back to mine, smoldering with desire.

With skillful grace, she creates a rhythm between her mouth and hips, working us both into a frenzy. I jerk hard when she takes her free hand and uses her fingernails to skim the hyper-sensitive skin below my balls.

She lets out an approving moan of pleasure, rocking harder.

My brain fires off warnings that I have about five seconds until I blow. I try to urge her up, but she shakes her head, her hair tickling every inch of flesh, which intensifies my need.

“Baby, I—”

She inhales me deep, stopping all brain activity, and my dick takes over, making the choice for me. I come hard, pumping once into her mouth until my vision grows cloudy, and fall back on the bed feeling every pulse and throb as she swallows.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp for air.

I don’t get a lot of time to revel in my thoughts, because she starts to kiss up my body, paying special attention to my abs, nipples, and tattoos before she nuzzles her face in my neck and nips on my throat.

“Good morning.” She giggles, her thighs now straddling my hips. “I’ve really wanted to do that for a long time.”

I can’t respond, my whole body quivering inside. She giggles harder, sitting astride me, her slickness now perfectly aligned with my cock, which is still hard and throbbing. I wasn’t lying when I told her there is no downtime needed when it comes to sex. My dick is perfectly in tune with her, and whenever she’s near, naked or not, he’s ready for anything.

My eyes focus on her, wearing one of my old t-shirts and bracing her hands on my stomach. Her face is beaming, her smile wide. My hands slide to her ass, ready to guide myself inside, when I remember we’re not alone.

“Where’s Maren?”

“She’s gone. I tried to get her to stay and sleep, but when I mentioned the word blowjob, she bolted.” She smiles broader, clearly proud of herself.

My eyes roll back, and I let out a breath. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“Have you slept?”

“Not yet. I wanted to crawl into bed with you and pass out, but I couldn’t. I realized that, while we purged all our secrets last night, there was one remaining secret I am keeping from you.”

My chest tightens, my whole body tensing. The reaction must be obvious because Emi reassures me. “It’s nothing bad, but remember I mentioned having a present for you?”

“I vaguely remember you mentioning it.” Truthfully, it slipped my mind with everything that happened last night.

“Well, I may have acted impulsively. I didn’t anticipate the soreness, even after warnings. You can look but not touch.”

My mind races with possibilities of what she could mean when she starts to remove my shirt, slowly drawing it up her body and tossing it to the side. My eyes almost pop out of my head and my throat goes dry when she reveals the matching barbells with little gems on the end piercing her nipples. I scan up and down, noticing the barbells match the new piercing in her navel.

My dick lurches, flicking into her, as I take in the perfect view. I start to touch them when her words register. “You give me a gift like this, and I can’t fucking touch?”

“They’re incredibly sore. My choice of lingerie last night may have been a mistake.”

Lingerie, piercings, her naked—perched on top of me—becomes too much, and a scorching need erupts inside of me. I grip her hips, position my cock, and drive into her at the same time I knife up. Hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, face-to-face—every part of me touching her as I crush my mouth to hers. She whimpers as her hands trapped between us start to claw at my skin.

I kiss her without restraint, my own hands back to her