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Three weeks later, I wake up in the top bunk of our princess room.

I’m cozy but not hot and cramped, so I know, even before I come to full consciousness, that Deck has already gotten up.

We’ve started using the top bunk when we have sex every evening instead of constantly bumping our heads in the lower bunk.

It’s still not ideal. We have to be careful and not get too athletic in our positions or our vigor.

Last week Deck was trying to rearrange and roll onto his back, and he ended up rolling all the way off the bed.

But overall there’s more space up here than below.

I usually move to my own bunk to sleep afterward, but last night I fell asleep and never woke up enough to move. It’s not the first time. If Deck is bothered by my taking up extra room in a bunk that’s already tight for his bulk, he’s never indicated so in any way .

So I’m comfortable and unworried as I pry open my eyes. Morning light is coming in through the window, so I must have slept later than normal.

I roll onto my side and smile when I see Deck pulling on a clean pair of boxers. He’s still shirtless, and his hair is a tangled mess. Even his beard is smushed on one side and spiking out weirdly on the other.

“You just woke up,” I say, irrationally pleased at catching him sleeping in. In the months I’ve known him, he’s always been up with the sun.

He turns to me with a warm twitch of his mouth. He signs, And?

“And you slept in. I didn’t think you ever did that.”

Tired from last night.

Last night he was particularly ambitious, spending a lot of time on foreplay and making me come with his mouth three times before he took me from behind and came himself.

I smother a giggle as I run my eyes up and down his body. I like that he’s big. That he’s got body hair and a little softness around his middle. I like that he looks and feels real.

And mine .

He asks, What?

“Nothing. Just like the looks of you right now.”

I’m not sure what I expect. If anything, maybe a sweet kiss because the mood between us feels fond and playful. But what happens is Deck steps over and drags me out of the top bunk.

I half squeal, half laugh as I wrap my arms and legs around him. He steps over so my back is against the small piece of wall next to the window as he leans into a kiss.

The only way for our mouths to meet is with my legs wrapped higher around his belly. Because of our size difference, it’s almost impossible for us to kiss and have our groins meet at the same time.

But that doesn’t matter to me at all. We’ve made do just fine. And there’s something intimate—special—about the way he’s holding up my weight so we can kiss like this.

I’m completely naked since I never put anything on after sex last night. It’s not long before my entire body buzzes with arousal.

He lets me slide farther down his abdomen until I can feel that he’s hard in his boxers.

“I’m ready, Deck,” I mumble, kissing his neck and shoulder as I rub my pussy against the fabric of his underwear.

He makes a breathless sound and hefts me up higher, holding me secure as he turns around and slides down the wall into a seated position on the floor. He helps me adjust my legs so I’m straddling his lap more comfortably, and then he pulls his hard cock out of his boxers.

Together, we align my pussy on his erection. He eases me down to take him inside me. I’m used to the size of him now. He feels tight but familiar. Exactly right.

He’s watching my face as I adjust my legs so I can use them for leverage. When I meet his gaze, something about his expression arrests me. “What?”

He lets go of my bottom so he can sign, What?

“You were looking at me weird. ”

I was?

“Yes. Like… like…”

Like what?

“I don’t know. Like you see something in me that’s not really there.” I flush as I mumble out the words, wondering why I even brought the topic up. We’re in the middle of sex. His cock is penetrating me fully. This isn’t the time for deep, awkward conversations.

I see you . He makes the gesture again to emphasize it. You .

I gulp. I don’t know why his simple claim makes me nervous, but it does. To distract myself, I start to ride him, using my thighs to lift my hips up and down until I’ve established a fast rhythm.

Deck is with me. He can’t thrust all that well from his seated position, but he does what he can, rocking up his pelvis every time I push down on him.

I can’t come from penetration alone, so I slide a hand between us to rub my clit as we fuck. I whimper as the pressure generates shock waves of pleasure, combining with the deeper stimulation of his cock inside me.

Since he’s stopped signing, he’s holding my butt with both hands again, guiding my motion, keeping me from going at it so hard that his cock slips out of my wet pussy.

The restraint of his holding me in place is irrationally pleasing. Freeing. I can let myself go completely because I know he’s not going to let go. My gasps and whimpers turn into steady, choppy bursts of sound as I build up toward orgasm .

His eyes never leave my face. He’s watching me the whole time. Seeing me. Exactly as he said.

This fact changes things. Shifts the significance of the way we’re moving together. Deepens it.

So the feelings in my chest are swelling as powerfully as my orgasm when I reach climax and cry out, barely remembering to muffle the volume by leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his shoulder.

He holds me as I writhe and jerk through the spasms of release. When I’ve come back to my senses, I straighten up, smiling at him and wiping the saliva off his shoulder with my fingers.

Deck is flushed and sweating and tense, so I lean backward so he can let go of his restraint too, thrusting into me as he works up to his own climax.

Just before he reaches it, I pull off him, fold his cock between our bodies, and let him draw me close so he’s trapped tightly between us.

He jerks through the last of his thrusts, breathing raggedly until he comes with a long shudder and a hoarse, wordless moan.

He never speaks with his voice. I doubt he ever will again. But he does make real sounds when we have sex, and I love it—like the vocalizations are wrenched out of him because he’s feeling so much.

When his hips have grown still, I collapse forward onto his chest. He holds me, and I don’t even care that his ejaculate is smeared between us on our bare skin.

We stay in place for a few minutes, until he finally shifts slightly.

He’s sitting on the floor. He’s probably uncomfortable. And I can’t stay on top of him like this forever just because it’s the safest I’ve ever felt in my life.

I smile as I climb off him.

He smiles too, looking sated and deeply relaxed. He grabs my face and pulls me into a short kiss before he hauls his big body to his feet.

We both get dressed after that. The sun is up, and it’s time to start the day.