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She gasps when I nibble at her throat.

“You’re allowed to touch me,” she says, a little breathless. “I promise I won’t break.”

“I know. I’m just—” I trail my fingers slowly down the curve of her waist, over the soft swell of her hip, watching her shiver under my hand. “I’ve waited a long time for you. I want to appreciate it.”

“You have my permission to fully appreciate me,” she says.

I grin. “I also need to switch positions. I’m not going to last long with the heat of your pussy resting against my dick.”

“Oh,” she breathes. She gives me a wicked little smile before grinding herself down on me.

“Juniper,” I warn.

She just giggles, but then she climbs off my lap. And then proceeds to start removing the rest of her clothes. Every creamy inch of her skin that’s revealed makes me even harder. Which seems impossible at this point. Until she’s standing there, in nothing but her bra and panties. They don’t match and somehow that makes it even sexier. Because it’s a reminder of her. She’s so real, so present and all I can think about is marrying her.

Well, after I thoroughly fuck her.

She looks up at me to find me staring and snaps her fingers. “Hey, nakedness is an equal opportunity event. Strip and let me see the rest of those muscles you’ve been carefully disguising behind super hero costumes.”

I laugh again. “I think I might want to keep you.” Then I kick off my shoes and then my jeans until I’m there just in my boxer briefs. I tap on the cotton. “See? No tighty whities for me.”

“I am seeing that. Also seeing that muscles weren’t the only secret you were hiding in your clothes. Sir, do you have a license for that thing?”

I pull her to me. “Always with the sassy mouth.” Then we’re kissing again. I attempt to unhook her bra, but it’s embarrassingly more difficult than I remember. I pull back and spin her so I can see her back. “Do I need an actual engineering degree to get you out of this?”

“It just has a lot of hooks. Gotta have all the support for my girls.”

“Right now, I would like to support your girls,” I say.

“One hook at a time,” she says. “Or I can take it off for you.”

“No, I can see it now—looks like a damned torture device—but it’s infinitely easier now that I can use my hand-eye coordination.” I let the bra fall off her shoulders, then lean forward and press kisses to her bare skin. “You’re so beautiful, Juniper. And your skin is so soft.”

She leans back into my chest as I reach around to cup her tits. They barely fit in my hands they’re so plump. I knead them, plucking at the nipples and she moans in response. I slide my hands down her soft stomach and then peel her panties off.

“On the bed. On your back. Open your thighs,” I say.

She says nothing, simply follows my directions.

She arches into every place I touch like she’s been waiting for it her whole life, not just this weekend. The sounds she makes when I finally settle between her thighs and put my mouth on her will live in my head for the rest of my life.

Her fingers card through my hair as I devour her. She smells amazing, tastes incredible and I decide I could do this every day for the rest of my life.

I mentally record every gasp, every broken version of my name, every keening whimper. When I add fingers, sliding two inside her slick heat, I nearly come on the bed. I use my tongue to make circles against her clit and crook my fingers inside her.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Right there. Just like that, Leo. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t stop. I want the taste of her climax on my tongue. So I change nothing. I stay the course, doing exactly what she told me to do. Her body rocks against my face and her fingers tighten in my hair and then she crests.

She cries out my name and I lick up every last drop of her orgasm.

“Wow,” she says. Then repeats it a few more times.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m glad I didn’t muck it up considering I’ve never done that before.”

“Something tells me you excel at everything you do,” she says.

“Well, I don’t know about that. But I definitely want to excel at making you make those noises.”