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I’m definitely no longer a virgin.

He follows my gaze and groans, squeezing his eyes shut and returning to lick and suck at my tits.

I lie back on the couch and take in all the new things I’m feeling. The way his mouth is warm on my nipple, the pressure when he sucks. The fullness in my pussy, the way having him in there makes me feel more of what my own body does. The rhythmic clenching around him.

He speeds up a little, releasing my nipple from his mouth as he begins to pant. His breath coming hot and then cooling my wet skin is a sensation I never imagined feeling so good.

“Galana, you’re milking me,” he grunts. And I know what he means, but I can’t seem to stop it. Every time he thrusts into me now, he touches something inside of me that makes me clench harder and the pressure builds.

He shifts his weight onto one arm and lowers his other hand to the space between us, pressing against my clit hard enough that I instantly come apart.

I shake and shiver beneath him as he grunts against my ear.

“Oh fuck,” he says, his voice going high at the end. “Fuck I can feel it, Ga—” he stops thrusting, instead he stays deep inside me, shuddering and pressing harder as my juices squeeze out between us.

His jaw is clenched so tightly I expect him to crack a tooth. The muscles in his neck have corded into tight ropes, and his skin has flushed a deep red as though he is trying not to cry out.

He is shaking now, holding my tightly against him while he empties himself into me.

I have never felt more powerful in my life.

After a few seconds he lets out one long breath, like a sigh that’s coming from the very depths of his soul, then he opens his eyes and looks at me.

He looks at my face, my chest, and lets his eyes wander over my entire torso until they land on the space between us.

“You’re the most perfect woman,” he says simply. And in this moment, I believe him.

He pulls out slowly, uses his boxers to clean me up before sitting back on the sofa and pulling me over him.

It’s late, I realize, but my bones feel like rubber and I don’t want to leave the warmth of him. His hands trail mindless shapes over my back and he is telling me about how amazing I am. How wonderful I am. How sexy I am. And I love hearing it. I love feeling it.

It’s shortly after two when I wake up with a crick in my neck from lying on him funny. I can tell Caleb’s awake too by the way he is breathing, and still stroking my back.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” I ask.

“I always mean what I say,” he replies, even though he likely doesn’t know what I’m referring too.

“I’ve never done that either,” I say, hoping he catches my drift. He does, because he gently lifts me from him and repositions himself on the sofa.

“Climb on Galana, I want to drown in your juices.”

A sensation like a kick thumps in my lower stomach, even though I can feel myself blushing.

“Hey, there’s no shame here. I want to eat your cunt more than I want my next breath. But if you don’t want me to, it’s fine.”

His dirty mouth gives me confidence, and I awkwardly climb over him and lower myself to his face while holding onto the arm of the sofa.

Within seconds, he is lapping at my core like it’s the best ice cream he ever had. Each lick of his tongue lifts me higher. Each press of his lips draws a moan from me. Then he sucks and I swear I see stars as my hips take on a mind of their own and begin rocking back and forth fast over his mouth.

It’s when he flickers his tongue over my clit that I come apart, gushing against his chin and into his mouth as I moan out his name.

He moans too, and I feel something warm hit my ass and look back to find he had been stroking himself the whole time. That eating my pussy made him hard and me coming on his face instantly made him come, too.

My hips are still twitching, my clit still seeking his tongue, as another spurt of his come hits his stomach. I stretch my hand back, swiping my finger over it and quickly popping it into my mouth. He groans again, laughing lightly as he watches me.

It tastes salty. A little different than I expected, but not offensive.

“Keep doing stuff like that, Galana, and I’ll never go soft again.”