Page 70 of Taking The Virgin

But as I gradually fall down from my high, I realize that these blasts belonged to Owen, too, because his cum is trickling out of me, hot and slippery, erotic and dirty.

He collapses against me, then embraces me with such fervor that I think we’re about to fuse together, two of us becomingone.

Yes, I think. For the rest of our lives, yes.

Our wild breathing slows, eventually melding with the sound of the near distant waves from the beach. I can’t tell where I end and where he begins as he presses his lips to mine again.

Sweet.

Delectable.

Us.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispers tome.

He doesn’t make a move to clean anything up. Not onemove.

As I hold onto him, never wanting to let him go, I realize that I’ll never have a better birthday.

I’ve already gotten so many gifts, and Owen is the best one ofall.

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