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My pussy flutters. Come to think of it, I might not mind an encore.

When he comes back, we end up spooning on the couch, not really watching Terminator, which believe it or not, I have already seen. His hands are all over me, teasing and touching until neither of us can stand it anymore. I climb into his lap and ride him slowly until we both cum together, gasping into a kiss, holding each other close.

I can’t remember being so intimate with anyone. Not ever. With Luke, it just feels natural.

After we’re thoroughly exhausted and we realise the movie finished an hour ago, he takes me up to bed and snuggles in behind me. I go to sleep quickly with the weight of his arm draped over me and his breath tickling the back of my neck.

I’m warm and relaxed when I wake up. Luke’s smell on my pillows has become a familiar reminder I’m exactly where I want to be. His masculine, earthy scent makes me smile as I roll over and look at him. He’s still sleeping, one arm tucked behind his head and the other draped across his belly. The doona is slung across his hips and I grin at the bulge tenting the fabric at his groin.

Guess I’m allowed to take care of that now. Now that I’m officially his girlfriend.

Still grinning, I duck under the covers and wriggle until I’m situated between his legs.

Everything was so hot and desperate last night I didn’t get a proper chance to appreciate him the way I’ve been aching to do ever since we started fooling around. Well now’s my opportunity.

I take him in my hand, appreciating the super smooth skin and the thick weight of him. I savour the smell, too, when I bring my face closer, holding him so I can brush the velvety shaft against my cheek until I reach the moist tip.

Luke shifts and groans, and I peep out from the covers to make sure he is still sleeping. He is. His gorgeous face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted. His cock jumps in my hand, though, as I stroke it slowly down and up again.

Running my tongue along the underside, I open my lips and take him into my mouth. He tastes good. Somewhat like the smell of him on my pillows, a little salty and earthy.

Luke groans again and his hand pushes aside the covers. I look up to see him staring down at me. “Mmm, good morning, gorgeous.”

Reluctantly, I lift my mouth off him. “Good morning. Now lie back. I’m not done. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

He chuckles, laying back and holding up his hands in a posture of defeat.

It’s not long before he’s jerking in my grasp, pulsing against my tongue as I flick it over the head and suck him into my mouth again.

“Oh, fuck!” His hand goes to my hair and he pushes it back from my face.

I smile around his shaft and redouble my efforts.

“Fuck, Mia, oh, fuck!” Luke’s hand tightens in my hair.

“Fuck, Mia, really?”

Another male voice from behind me makes me jerk and drop Luke’s cock like I’ve been burned.

“Oliver?”

“What the fuck is this, Wilson?” I turn to see Oliver glaring at Luke over my head.

I’m naked and I have the strange impulse to gather the doona to my chest to cover my breasts. Ridiculous, given the number of times Oliver has seen me naked. Not that he’d paid much attention lately. I resist the urge and instead fix him with my own glare. “Leave him out of this!”

“Oh, you want me to leave him out of this?” Oliver gestures wildly. “Maybe you should have left him out of our bed, Mia! Out of your mouth—Jesus Christ!”

Luke slides out of bed before I can stop him, striding to stand completely naked in front of Oliver. He plants his hands on his hips and I’m struck with just how much larger he is than my ex.

“You’re one to talk, dickhead. I don’t think you’ve got any right to storm in here and complain about anything Mia does.”

Despite Luke’s size, Oliver doesn’t back down. He puffs out his chest and actually takes a step forward. Which might be stupid, except I know Luke won’t hit him. Will he...?

I hurry from the bed, rushing over to get between them, “Hey, let’s just calm down, OK? Oliver, I don’t know why you decided to come down here today, but if you’ll just go wait downstairs, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

“You don’t have to,” Luke says softly, placing a hand on my waist and making me long to melt back against him.

Oliver glares. “You don’t get to say what she does or doesn’t have to do, Wilson.”

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