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I’m also insanely fucking nervous about this.

I’m afraid that I’ll get it wrong. Not in here, but after. I’m not afraid to admit that I’mterrifiedof the aftermath. I don’t want to live in a world where Willa can’t be a friend. I didn’t even realize before these past few days, just how deeply she’s become a part of me. I didn’t realize just how unique she was. If I lose her, it would be a cut so deep that I might bleed out.

“Atlas?” She scrapes her teeth over my nipple. I tremble so hard the whole bed rattles. “One day, you can tie me up. You can fuck my mouth and come all over my breasts and then feed it to me. Every drop.”

I gape at her. “Are you serious?”

Her wry smile has just enough of a tilt to it that I honestly don’t know, and she’s not going to tell me. She’s playful, even if she is, and I need that. I need that laughing, sweet side of her.

“I’m serious about sitting on your face.”

I could break these ties without much effort, but I enjoy the heady delight that darkens her eyes. I love the shadow of pleasure that creeps over her lovely features at being the one in control right now.

“T-shirt on or off?”

“On.” Mostly because if I see her breasts while I’m doing this, there’s no way that I’m going to not nut in my boxers.

“Panties on or off?”

“On, but move them to the side after.”

“I’m so wet already,” she whispers as she arranges her legs over my face. She digs her feet in under my shoulders to fit between my spread arms. “I’m already turned on thinking about this that I’ll probably come. Is that okay?”

“Are you going to soak my face?”

She considers that. “Probably.”

“Then yes. Yes, that’s more than okay.”

She sinks down slowly, lifting her t-shirt so that it skims her creamy thighs. I love that she’s so curvy. I love her muscles and the power in her body, her tiny waist and full ass, her heavy breasts.

The scent of her so close, freshly showered but still deliciously her, ramps me up. I get that same burst of adrenaline that I used to get stepping onto the field before a big game.

I should go slow, but I latch my mouth onto the lace of her panties, sucking the wet fabric, pulling at them with my teeth like a beast so that I can get to her bare skin. She’s smooth all over, and when she slips one hand down and brushes her panties aside, parting herself so I can see how swollen and pink she is, drenched for me, my brain pretty much explodes in my skull.

I run my tongue down her slit, lapping at her, so eager to get to her entrance and be inside of her.

She’s eager too. She grinds against my face, whimpering. “That feels so good. So incredible. You eating my pussy has just moved up on the list of my top ten favorite things.”

“What are the others?” I say against her heated skin.

“Finding a good treasure while picking, fries with extra salty gravy, spending time with family, going for a ride on yourbike with you when you get a different one, driving in your mustang, getting up for a beautiful sunrise or staying up late for a spectacular sunset, trying a new flavor of ice cream, having you balls deep inside me in every way…”

“Fucking god, you’re going to kill me.”

“Yeah,” she pants. “Hold on. Can I try something?”

“That sounds dangerous.”

She giggles. “I just want to taste you too. I know it’s so retro to do that, but I happen to like vintage things.”

I finally understand what she’s getting at, the good old sixty-nine. “If you do that, there’s no way I’m going to last.”

My dick is practically tearing out of my boxers to think of her sweet lips wrapped around my shaft, taking me deep into her throat again.

“I’d like to come together,” she whispers, like she’s not talking about sucking my cock until I blow. She sits down on my face, rubbing her sensitive skin against my stubble. “Mmm. I like the way that feels. Will you bite my thighs and make them burn before you make me come?”

She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask me for it. She doesn’t make me guess or take the lead. She’s not afraid of her desires. I might be scared of the aftermath, but I can’t not do this. I couldn’t stop it last night. The thought of having wild, exploratory, creative sex with Willa is like a new form of artistry that I haven’t explored. The mystery is there, the allure captivating me so that I want to throw everything I am into the discovery and mastery of it.

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