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“You want me to move in?” he asks in awe.

I guess it was a little surprising when I was afraid that at any moment he’d wake up and decide he could do better.

Cupping his cheek, I kiss first one eye and then the other, the tip of his nose, and finally his kissable lips. “Only if you want to. You’re already here all the time and there’s no point in you paying rent on an apartment that you’re never at. Plus, I don’t think I could sleep in this bed if you weren’t here with me.”

“That’s what I’ve been afraid of. The sleeping part, I mean. After spending one weekend with you in this bed, I couldn’t sleep again until you asked for me to come back.” He dips down and kisses the tip of my nose. “I would love nothing more than to live with you, but I’m going to pay my part. With the bonus, I can pay off the rest of my medical bills and still be comfortable.”

I know I have to let him contribute, even if he does make a substantial amount less than I do, so I’m not going to fight him on it.

“We’ll figure something out the next time the bills need to be paid,” I pull him back down for another kiss. “We can get the rest of your things this weekend. How much more do you have on your lease?”

Kissing down the length of my body, Tyson looks up at me. “Only a couple of months, I wanted to get a better place when I could afford one.”

Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he licks me so thoroughly I almost come right then and there. My fingers tangle in his hair as I grind my aching core against his talented mouth. Each time he starts at my opening with his tongue flat. Once he reaches my stiff bundle of nerves, he swirls and sucks only to start over again.

“Ty, I need more,” I moan.

Plunging two fingers in and out in a steady tempo, he sucks and nibbles on my clit until stars burst from behind my eye lids, my legs clench against his head as I ride out every bit of my never-ending orgasm.

Moving to the side, Tyson reaches for a condom in the drawer.

“Wait,” I say so softly I barely hear myself, but he must have because he stops and looks over at me. “I’m pretty sure you just agreed to move in with me, right?”

“Yeah,” he answers hesitantly.

“So that means you trust me, and I trust you. I got tested and I’m clean, and you are too. We don’t need to use a condom. I don’t know why we’ve been using one this whole time.”

“Habit,” he answers in a clipped tone.

Does he want to continue using them?

“Ty? If you want to still use them we can, but I wanted to put it out on the table that I’m fine if we don’t. It’s not always convenient, and I trust you.”

He kneels on the bed and then grabs both of my feet, pulling me to him.

Rubbing the tip of his cock along my folds, he confesses. “I’ve never had sex without one.” One hand runs up my thigh and stops to circle his thumb over my clit. “I want this with you. You have no idea how badly,” he groans.

“Fuck me, Ty. I want to feel you inside me bare. Hitting me in all the right spots like only you know how to do. Fuck me hard.”

In one swift movement, he impales me with every glorious inch of him. “Fuck, Sadie, can’t you see how perfect you are for me?”

“Yes, I feel it.” I groan as I meet him thrust for thrust. Agonizingly slow, he draws out each inch until only his tip remains, only to then plunge all the way in and pound me with everything he has. Our skin slapping, sweaty and slippery. Hands roaming, caressing, and groping.

“Come with me sweet girl, I need you to come with me,” he bites out each word with a pounding thrust, hitting me right where I need him.

“Right there,” I slip my hand where we’re joined and rub my clit bringing me closer.

“Oh, fuck that’s so hot,” he pants.

With my other hand, I snake it between us and squeeze his balls; Tyson shouts out and goes completely still as he unloads inside of me, while I follow along with him. Clutching myself to him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

Each time with Ty is an experience in and of itself. It seems impossible for it to be better than the last, but somehow, he accomplishes the impossible.

When I’m finally coherent enough to assess my surroundings, Tyson is resting his entire body weight on top of me while placing kisses up and down my neck.

“That was amazing,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him to me.

Tyson shifts off me to then pull me to his side. Wrapping me in a Tyson cocoon of arms and legs. Making me feel safe and cherished.

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