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I n the dark, with only the light from the bathroom across the hall to give us a shadowy hint of what to expect, Reggie drops his towel and climbs on the bed beside me.

“I was thinking about you,” he says in a husky voice that has my still-spasming pussy tightening again.

“I was thinking about you,” I confess. “This is confusing for me. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve—”

“Shhh. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to make you scream my name—for real.

No faking it. No doing things you think I’ll like unless they turn you on and get you wet.

I want to make love with you. But for tonight, I want to make sure you come until you fall asleep and have sweet, satiated dreams.”

As he talks, he prowls up my body until he holds himself over me, supported by one arm, the other hand cupping my chin firmly.

Reginald Gray is one commanding presence—and he’s kissing me while I nod.

“Take this off?” He tugs on my top, but there’s a question in his voice. I know I could tell him no.

I don’t want to. I hurry to obey, top flying to the floor as Reggie grips my stretchy cotton pajama bottoms in his fist and pulls them firmly to my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off, careful not to knee him.

My legs slip between his as the kissing deepens. “I’ve never done this. You tell me if it isn’t good?" His voice is a husk that strokes down my belly and kisses my clit, making my toes curl just from his words.

“It’ll be amazing,” I whisper, and it’s a promise. A belief. Reggie makes me believe everything is going to be better than okay, everything is going to be better than I imagined.

Every inch of him is defined by muscle, the hard, thick kind, ridges and layers.

A brick fortress of a body that makes me feel so safe and so hot at once.

..These muscles were built to last. And the hardness between his thighs—I don’t know who built that part or if he can change his clay-like form at will, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

I trace it with my knee, trying to gauge if he’s longer or thicker than what I’m used to with my ex.

The weight of him makes my insides feel hot and slippery.

He’s thick, solid, and longer than my hand from the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger.

“That’s not for tonight.”

“Why the hell not?” I burst out, making him laugh.

“I want to prove I’m not out for what I can get.” Reggie rolls onto his back.

“Am I going for a ride?” I ask, puzzled. How can I ride him if I can’t have that thick prime rib of a cock? I feel a confused pout forming and try to hide it.

“Yes. Not down there.” When I try to sink down to his cock, Reggie's strong fists grip my forearms and pull me up.

He wants me on his face? I freeze. I’m fluffy and furry, and I just came.

My pussy’s all slick and gooey. I don’t know how that’s going to go.

Reggie doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would dive into a sloppy pussy, even if he’d burst into a machine gun nest to take out the bad guys.

“I already came,” I whisper, holding my ground, knees on the mattress next to his shoulder.

“Good. Come some more. Think I can’t make you?”

“I’m sure you can, but... I haven’t shaved there, either.”

“Why should you have to shave?”

“I... don’t know. Bikinis?”

“I’m not a beach, Teri.”

“I know, but... I thought you’d prefer it. A lot of guys do.”

“I prefer you. Get up here before I have to demonstrate some combat skills on you,” he teases with a gentle stroke on my thigh.

“Can’t argue with that,” I whisper and hesitantly kneel, letting him arrange me over his face.

“I’m not a giraffe. Would you kindly bring my dessert closer?” he teases and presses down on my hips.

When I laugh at the giraffe comment, my guard drops, and Reggie drops me squarely onto his ravenous mouth.

His tongue whips around my juicy folds, making me moan.

The best part? Not just how good it instantly feels, but how much he likes it.

He’s moaning, too, as if he’s starving and I’m the meal he’s been waiting for.

Reggie's tongue burrows into me, fighting against my clinging walls, which are squeezing around him as his upper lip and nose take turns worrying my clit. He alternates by pulling as much of me as he can into his mouth—clit, swollen lips, juicy insides—whatever he can wrap his mouth around. And then he sucks, his hands massaging my inner thighs and my ass cheeks. I jump in surprise and pleasure when his thumb massages my leaking juices into my tight asshole, teasing the opening with his thumb. He’s not going in, just making my nerve endings dance.

How does he know how to do this? How does he know that I’ll like it? “How are you so good at this?” I whimper, hands grabbing at my breasts, cupping them as I tug on my nipples.

His voice is muffled. “I just listen to your noises. If you like it, I do more to that spot. Nothing fancy.”

“I disagree.” I lock my hands together and push onto the wall at the head of the bed, bracing myself as an orgasm begins.

I know it’s partially because I already gave myself one that I come so quickly the second time, but Reggie's excellent attention has helped speed it up, too.

Normally, it takes me much longer to come just from oral stimulation.

I need penetration and pressure on my clit at the same time, something Matteo was good at providing—as long as it was from his own fingers or mine.

I once suggested a toy, and he sulked for hours until I said I was only kidding.

Reggie brings me back to the present with hard fast circles just above my clit, three fingers rubbing in hard.

“Reggie. Oh, fuck, Reggie. Reg-gie!” The last cry is a broken gasp as I reach back and grab his cock, working my fist around it.

“Oh, fuck!” Reggie tosses his head back in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Teri.” His broken pants and his feverish lapping at my pussy keep me riding the wave of small orgasms, building up to a bigger one.

I feel powerful. Glamorous and powerful without a stitch of fancy lingerie or a four-star hotel and champagne.

“Do you really not want to give me this?” I whisper, still fisting his cock, feeling a coating of precum under my fingers.

“It’s not necessary.” His teeth are gritted, and his jaw is tight. “Love and intimacy aren’t something selfish.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted it. I asked if you would give me this. Unselfishly.” I pout at him, and he wheezes out a little chuckle.

“Teri...”

“What if I want it?”

“Then you need to give me a second.”

“One.” I roll to my back, and Reggie scoots out from under me and zooms to the bathroom.

He put the condoms in there, I guess. I hear rustling and tearing, but before I can even lie down all the way, he’s back, kissing his way from my ankle to the top of my thigh.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I push his shoulder away when he tries to resume his worship of me. “It’s your turn.”

“I don’t need a turn.” Reggie shakes his head. “And I didn’t even know if I would need the protection, but I wanted you to be relaxed and at ease. I—

“Shhh. I’m very at ease with you. Good partners take turns. They tell the truth. I want a turn to have my pussy filled by your cock, and that’s the truth.”

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 he moves 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 EVERY romance 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 for a 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.

We collapse together, me on top, knowing I have to move, but hating it.

“Reggie? Wanna know a fantasy?”

“Men with gray skin and bald heads?” I laugh, easing out, careful to keep my weight off of her.

“Shower sex. Without worrying about his hair.”

“What?” I touch my scalp. “I don’t have any hair. I can’t grow it, either.”

“No, no. Not your hair. Matteo was more vain about his hair than I was about mine. Just... I know you just had a shower, but I’m a mess, so I was going to take one. W-want to come with me?”

I lean on my elbow and look down on her. “I believe I tried to explain that very thing to you earlier.”

Therese smiles and bites her lip like a nervous little girl. It’s killing me not to point out how contradictory it is to want to share these intimate things with me—and then have us part ways. My gut burns, and it has nothing to do with after-dinner reflux.

“I want to do everything with you for as long as you want me to.” I kiss her forehead and rise, heading to the bathroom. She follows me, but she doesn’t tell me that’s what she wants, too.

Don’t rush her.

But I want to rush. I’ve been waiting for almost a hundred years to have these feelings—and she is the one giving them to me. She’s mine. My soul’s creator, my soul’s mate. How can I let her go?

Therese is fixing my heart and breaking it at the same time.