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I didn’t answer her as I was focusing so hard on not coming that I hardly heard her request. “Sugar,” I groaned and tried to lift her off me. “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m so close.”
She used her strength to stay in place. “Promise me,” she said and bit my shoulder.
“I promise,” I growled and forced her off me – long spurts of cum landing on my belly.
Both Cia and I were breathing fast and shallow when our eyes met. “I warned you that I was close,” I said.
“I know… I heard you.”
“Then why didn’t you move?”
“I couldn’t, it felt too good.”
I looked at the semen on my belly and chest. “I think I spurted inside you.”
Cia didn’t look too concerned and propped herself up on an elbow, looking at me while I got up from the floor to find some tissues.
“You really want to do this?” she asked.
I walked back and pulled her off the floor, nudging her into my bedroom while drying off my belly.
“What?” I asked distractedly and stopped in front of the bed.
“Be a couple, move into together… don’t you think we need to know each other better?” she asked and lay down on the bed.
I dropped the tissues in the trash and crawled up to spoon her.
“I already told you. Being at war changes your perspective. I know that what we have is special… I don’t need to wait four years to be sure. This is the real thing, Cia… why can’t you see that?”
“Maybe because I have nothing to compare it to,” she pointed out. “And I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of you changing your mind.”
I kissed her cheek. “You’ve got to take a chance on me, just like I’ve got to take a chance on you. There are no guarantees.”
Cia turned her head. “Gabriel…”
“Yes.”
“As your friend, I think I should warn you not to marry someone as messed-up as me. You can get someone much better than me, you know.” Her eyes were wide, moist, and sincere.
I pushed a strand of hair away from her face and looked deeply into her green eyes. “I appreciate your warning, my friend, but may I offer you a bit of advice too?”
“What?”
“Don’t push back against me like that unless you’re ready for round two.”
“But we just…” she said when I kissed her and stole her words.
“Ohh… but we have ten weeks to make up for and I told you I would make love to you all night, didn’t I?”
She giggled in response.
“Were you serious?”
“I’m always serious when it comes to you,” I said.
