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Our last kiss had been fueled by the heat of sparring, completely uninformed of our past and somewhat empty for me.

But this time, we were both heading into this with our eyes wide open, our past coloring every moment.

It made every breath and touch multi-faceted, like a prism reflecting light.

Nothing between us was just a single act or feeling. It was so much. It was everything.

His hand slid up my cheek and into my hair at the same time Sherrod nuzzled his nose against mine.

Then he ducked his head and brushed his lips against mine.

They trembled, as if he wanted to unleash a torrent upon me and was just barely holding himself back.

When my hand gripped the back of his neck, his lips pressed harder, with a ragged breath shared between us when I licked the seam of his mouth.

The moment our tongues slid against each other, a spark set off a bomb between us, demolishing our restraint.

His groan mingled with mine and I knew without a doubt that I was risking everything in giving myself to him.

No longer would I walk through this galaxy with my heart securely inside my chest. After this, he would be the one carrying it.

He could rip me to shreds if he wanted, leave me bereft and hollowed out.

But he wouldn’t. I knew he would treasure me, as I would him.

My body turned toward his, drawn like a magnet. As naturally as if we’d done this a million times before, Sherrod rolled onto his back and brought me with him, our hands groping on warm skin and cold metal.

I pulled away so I could see him, our eyes locked like I wanted our bodies to be.

“What do you want, tell me how to make you feel good,” he begged.

“Will you let me have control this first time?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he kissed my jaw, “however you want to have me,” his fingers tightened on my hip, “I just need you…so much it scares me.”

I didn’t need to ask why, we both knew the answer to that. And the way he was willing to let me lead, the trust he placed in me with this simple moment split my soul open wide for him.

“I need you too,” my voice broke, tears cresting my eyelids. “I think…I’ve waited to give myself completely because I only ever belonged to you.”

Sherrod’s eyes widened and for a moment I worried he thought I was virgin, but when he kissed me fiercely I knew that he was telling me the same thing. We weren’t virgins in the literal sense, but in our hearts, we very much were.

“Can I taste you?” Sherrod asked, breathless and flushed.

“Yes, but my way.”

“Anything you want, I’m yours.”

I gripped the headboard and moved my way up his body until my center was over his mouth. Hot breath hit my most sensitive place, the skin laid bare from the lack of hair and I shivered.

“You’re so wet,” he hummed appreciatively, pressing a kiss to my pussy. “And you taste,” he dragged his tongue through my folds and I gasped, “you taste like heaven. Fuck, Zephyr…how I’ve wanted this. Sit on my face, let me make you feel good.”

I lowered myself, legs and arms already shaking with the intimacy of being with him.

Pretty sure the orgasm is going to kill me…but what a way to go.

Sherrod started slow, savoring me with opened mouth kisses that drove me crazy.

He grazed my clit and thought I’d implode from the sensation, but then he backed off, working his tongue inside of me as his fingers probed my ass.

He put pressure just outside the puckered entrance, never breaching as he fucked me with his tongue, keeping me on the edge.

I rode his face with abandon, unashamed of the wet sounds coming from us both.

When he finally pressed his mouth to my clit, he breached my back entrance with one finger and I detonated, screaming my release because words were beyond my reach.

It went on and on, breaking me apart and making me feel more alive than I ever had. At the end, I began to feel like an exposed nerve, everything from the feel of his finger inside of me to the air brushing against my skin was too much and I pushed on his forehead.

“Stop…I can’t…Sherrod,” I whimpered.

He moved me off his face and down his body before cradling me against him. His strong arms held me tight and he pressed kisses into my hair.

"I’ve got you…it’s okay…I feel it too.”

I needed him inside of me so bad my pussy actually pulsed and ached. But I also needed to be held and treasured for a moment.

The storm of emotions was enough to send me frantically running my hands up and down his torso, reveling in the feel of his skin, the tiny hairs on his chest that were rough on my cheek, the hot, hard feel of his leaking cock pressed so close to my cunt that I couldn’t help but grind my hips against his.

“Zephyr,” he gasped as I ground down faster, harder, “if you… I need you to stop unless—”

“I want to you to fuck me,” I bit and sucked on his throat, “Please, Sherrod. I need you to fill me and fuck me like you’ll never let me go.”

The words stunned me but not because I didn’t mean them. They had poured out from the deepest parts of me. It was admitting them had me shocked.

“Never…I’ll never let you go,” his hands roamed my sweat covered body, possessive and desperate. “You’re mine now, say it…tell me.”

With a shuddering breath I looked him in the eyes and gave my heart away in two simple words.

“I’m yours.”