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I love the way my words make her flush. It makes me want to tell her a million more times until she gets used to the compliment.
“So gorgeous,” I rasp. “No one has ever looked better wearing my jersey.”
Surprise shows on her face, but the expression is followed quickly by disbelief.
“Or in my bed.”
My plan to keep going is thwarted when she wraps her fingers around my shaft. Her touch is soft and tentative, but I’m already so keyed up that it pulls a long groan out of me.
In no time at all, I’m gritting my teeth and fighting off the orgasm that’s racing to the finish line far too fast. And shit, I forgot to grab a towel or something.
“Hand me my shirt.”
She keeps pumping me as she reaches for my shirt. The movement sends her long, thick hair falling onto my dick and that is my undoing.
I barely get her out of the line of fire and cover myself with the black wad of material before I’m unloading into it.
She continues watching with rapt interest as I clean up and toss the shirt in the hamper. Her face is lit up with excitement and her lips are still puffy from our marathon make-out session earlier. Her hair is slightly disheveled, and her clothes are wrinkled.
No one has ever looked better. Full stop.
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DAHLIA
“Morning.”Felix wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me back against his chest.
“Morning,” I murmur back, wiggling closer. I can’t get over the feel of him spooning me. He got me off like this, we fell asleep talking like this, and now waking up like this? There’s a good chance I’ve died and gone to heaven.
His hand skirts up the front of his sweatshirt. Why yes, I did put it back on before going to sleep. I figured it worked its lucky magic last night, might as well soak up all of it I can. He cups my breast and squeezes gently, while pressing into me from behind. My body heats instantly.
“I dreamt of these last night,” he says as he moves his hand over to give the other boob the same treatment.
“You dreamt of my boobs?” I ask through a giggle.
“Oh yeah. They’re perfect.”
“You haven’t even seen them.”
He hums and rolls on top of me. Once he’s there, Felix scoots down so his face is at my belly button. He lifts the sweatshirt and tank and presses a kiss there. My stomach tightens and a delicious tingle shoots through me. He works his way up so slowly, trailing kisses up my stomach, that by the time he gets to my nipples, the anticipation is killing me.
His mouth is warm as he covers one, palming the other. He flattens his tongue and licks a circle, then closes his teeth over the sensitive bud.
I arch into him. “Holy crap.”
He says something from underneath the sweatshirt and tank, but I can’t understand him.
“I can’t hear you over the ringing in my ears. Oh god, don’t stop.”
He gives my nipple one long lick and then pokes his head out.
“I said they’re perfect. I now have official confirmation.” He winks as he pushes my shirts up and then dives back in, licking and sucking, biting.
I’m writhing beneath him. Is it possible to orgasm from this alone? Because it feelsrealpossible. Especially when he shifts and his hard length hits at the perfect spot between my legs.
He groans with me. I forgot I can touch him. My hands have been clutching the sheet, but I move them to his back. His corded muscles bunch and flex as he grinds slowly into me while still lavishing my breasts with attention.
Pounding on the door startles me.
