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Then she made these cute as fuck gimme-gimme hands and I was done. I crawled over her body, loving the feel of her soft curves pressed against my hips. I kissed down the center of her body, my fingers rolling her nipples. She arched under me and I grunted, wishing I could tell her how much I fucking loved the sound of her breathy little moans, how fucking beautiful she was. Instead, I would show her with my body.

I kissed my way across her soft stomach, running my tongue along the line of her hip, then chasing it with a gust of my breath. I grinned when her body broke out in goosebumps. I gripped the edges of her panties and pulled the fragile lace apart like it was made of tissue paper. She let out a long low moan that told me she wasn’t mad at me for destroying her underwear. I tore it the rest of the way off and then groaned low in my throat.

Fuck. Her pussy looked like heaven.

I held myself back from just diving in and eating her out like I was a fucking starving man in the desert. Instead, I bit the insides of her thighs as I got comfortable, darting my tongue against the swollen nub of her clit. She folded in half, gripping my hair like a fucking feral animal. Damn, I loved it. Loved her.

“I swear on your life, if you tease me I will stab you in your sleep.”

Yep. I definitely loved her.

Unable to deny her a single thing, I swirled my tongue against her clit, and feasted. I devoured the noises she made, the taste of her against my tongue, the feel of her thighs beneath my hands. She was a full sensory fucking buffet and I loved it.

All too soon, she’s coming against my mouth, screaming my name and I was in nirvana.

Panting, her fingers grabbed at my shoulders, pulling me back up her body, and I went willingly. I needed to be inside her right now, but first, I needed to kiss her.

She moaned at the taste of herself on my lips, and I stroked my tongue in and out from between her lips in the exact same motion as I just ate her pussy. She went wild. Her thighs spread wide, inviting me in, and it was impossible to resist.

The head of my dick nestled in her dripping wet core, and I groaned. I pushed myself inside and then we both moaned. Fuck. It felt too damn good. I was going to blow so fast.

I thought of grandma panties, crotch rot, the President’s wrinkled ass cheeks. When I decided I had myself entirely under control, I slammed myself in balls deep.

Who was I fucking kidding? I was nowhere close to entirely under control. I was holding on by a thread, and when she rolled her hips and moaned my name, that thread was so taut it was definitely going to snap.

Fuck it. I just let myself feel, soak in all the sensations of having the woman of my dreams wrapped around me. I’d do a marathon fuck for round two. This time I was going hard and fast, but she was definitely going to get off before me.

I pulled back out and slammed in again, making sure to grind my pelvis against her clit. In. Out. I kept an even pace even though my body was rebelling. My cock was holding a fucking coup and my brain was barely keeping the enemy back. I grabbed her leg, hiking it over my shoulder, maintaining eye contact. I wanted to see her, wanted to watch her face as my cock hit that spot that made her legs shake.

With the new angle, her moans became screams as I continued to press into her, harder, faster, wilder. I shifted one hand between us, stroking the sensitive nub, and I thanked the gods of gym jocks and workout videos that I did two hundred pushups a day and could hold my position, getting her nice and deep and grinding my hand against her clit.

Way too soon, and not soon enough if the stabbing ache in my balls was anything to go by, she was coming around me and it was fucking glorious. Her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, and my fucking name tearing from her lips like a prayer.

I was moments behind her, unable to resist the pull of her body. I thrust in hard, burying my face in her neck as I emptied inside her. And came. And came. And came again. Fuck me.

I kissed my way across her chest once more, then kissed her with a tenderness I didn’t know I even possessed. I was kind of glad I was mute in that moment, otherwise I’d embarrass myself and tell her I loved her like a teenage boy losing my virginity or some shit. But I did. She’d carved herself a place in my heart and in my soul. There was no going back. If she left, she’d take those pieces of me with her.

I rolled to the side, and she rolled her body onto mine, kissing my chest. She just laid there, listening to my heartbeat.

“That was…” she trailed off. Yep. Exactly. “Marco, can ask you a question? You don’t have to answer.” I made the sign for yes. “How did you become mute?”

Ah fuck. This was not my version of pillow talk.

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Serendipity

Marco’s whole body tensed and I immediately regretted asking. Maybe we weren’t at that stage yet, where we could poke at the half-healed parts of each other's souls. He shifted me off his chest, and I tried not to let the rejection sting. It was fine. He was allowed his secrets.

He rolled to the side, turning on the bedside lamp.

You should get Solomon,he signed.Your ASL isn’t good enough for this conversation.

I raised both eyebrows. “It can wait. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

It may as well be now, while you are all sexed up so you won’t pity me too much.

Sign number one this conversation wasn’t going to be as simple as, “I was born this way.”

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