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With that thought, I forget about the foggy day outside, the clinking of plates and glasses in the house, and the distant voices on the floor below, and I go back to my fantasy.

Imagining her body under mine, her sweet center throbbing around me.

With that lingering thought, I'm soon tasting more pleasure, forgetting about everything else.

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MACKENZIE

What a night.

I still can’t shake off that feeling.

It was so unexpected, dirty, and ridiculously good.

A beautiful gift.

Smiling, I arrange a bunch of fresh snapdragons in a tall vase, my eyes going to the window from time to time as my fingers brush over the colorful flowers.

I said I wouldn’t go shopping before Christmas––I had no reason to––but I changed my mind.

I slept like a baby after getting home last night.

My body thanked me, warm and fed from the pleasure I’d gotten from him.

I thought things would get quickly awkward once my orgasm had worn off, and we’d look at each other like two strangers stuck with each other.

I thought he’d be mad that I’d tasted relief while he hadn’t.

I didn’t think I'd feel connected to him just because he’d gotten me off. Comfortable with him.

He was all right with me indulging in the aftermath of my off the charts orgasm.

He was okay that I was disheveled with my legs still open.

He was so okay that when my legs stopped trembling, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on my clit like it was the most precious thing in the world.

The only part that didn’t work for us was that we couldn’t spend more time together.

His phone rang, and I knew from his expression that the news wasn’t great.

He was cryptic with the man at the other end of the line and said almost nothing to him. Only nodded and grumped and tossed an ‘okay’ from time to time before ending their conversation.

Holding his hand on my pussy, he tapped the screen with his finger and slid his phone into his pocket.

His touch was warm, and I felt a smidgen of pleasure building up again.

When he shifted his eyes to me, I knew it was time to go back, so without the slightest warning, I pushed upright and pulled at my pants to cover the apex of my thighs.

He kept his warm touch between my legs, though, as he leaned to me and whispered in my ear. “Thank you, baby.”

I turned to stone.

And he smiled against my cheek as he tickled me with his lips.I thought we were done, although all I wanted was a repeat.

I know how these things work.

Once I get a taste of him, it only takes a few fleeting moments to enjoy that deep satisfaction that doesn’t make me want to climb on him again before it does.

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