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“No—oh shit—I love it.” Talmage glances up so he’s looking me in the eye. “I loveyou, Mackenzie Thorpe.”

Tears burn behind my eyelids as the weight of what this means settles inside of me. There’s no going back now. We’re together, for real, for however long we live. “I love you, too, Talmage Monson. I never stopped.”

He turns his face and kisses my palm. “I’m going to start moving faster now, is that okay?”

“Do whatever feels best, Bear.”

He takes a deep breath, pulling out and thrusting into me, gradually increasing his pace, chasing his orgasm. It’s a little uncoordinated and a bit choppy, but I’ve never experienced greater pleasure than Talmage Monson losing himself in sex.

I use two fingers to circle my clit, giving myself the extra friction I need as our moans fill the room, and our desire becomes one.

“I’m going to come, Mack.”

“Give it to me, Tal. Give me your cum,” I moan, increasing the speed of my fingers so I can finish with him.

He chants my name as sweat beads on his forehead, and when his motions become jerky and uneven, I tip right over the edge with him, feeling him spill everything he has inside of me.

I expect him to collapse on top of me from the exertion, but instead, he stays seated inside me and crashes his mouth against mine, twisting our tongues together in a sloppy tango.

“Can I taste you now?” he whispers against my lips.

“But you just—”

“I need to know what we taste like together.”

I’ve never been with a man who wants to taste his own cum, let alone one who sounds soeagerto do it, so I just nod.

Tal pulls out, and I feel the rush of cum leak from me. I thought since he already came—twice—he’d be spent, but I was wrong.

He kisses down my body, flicking my nipple rings again—I can already tell it’s going to be a common occurrence—before he settles between my thighs.

God, the mere sight of him between them has me aching to come again. I’m afraid now that we’ve crossed this line, we’re never going to be able to keep our hands off each other.

I can’t wait.

Tal’s thumb swipes through the cum leaking out of me before pushing it back inside. He looks like he’s in a trance, mesmerized by the way it looks to be full of him.

I wish I could see it. I have half a mind to ask him to take a picture so I can keep it as a memento of our first time.

Without any warning, Talmage swipes his tongue up my slit, moaning as our combined flavor hits his tongue. “So good,” he groans before doing it again, this time taking the time to swirl his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, fuck, Tal. Feels so good.” I reach down and grab at his hair, needing to feel him in every way possible.

I’m greedy now that I’ve had him. I’ll never get enough.

He looks up from between my legs. “Do you want to know what we taste like together?”

I nod rapidly. I’ve never been one to crave the taste of cum—I actually think it’s kind of gross—but swallowing Tal’s? It was euphoric. I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. I can only imagine how perfect we’ll taste mixed together.

Tal puts two fingers inside me, caressing my walls and making me whimper before pulling them out and putting them to my lips.

I don’t waste any time sucking them into my mouth. I moan when the flavor hits my taste buds. Tal was right, we taste good together. Perfect.

“I need to make you come, Mack. Can I?”

I sit up to reassure him I don’t need to come again, and that’s when I see it.

He’s hardagain.