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I remove my clothes and then her dress so only her underwear and bra remain.
“My hands are shaking,” I say after fiddling with the clasp. There’s so much electricity under my skin that I can hardly focus on a single act. Sarah finishes the job, and I finally see her again after such a long time. She has smooth skin and perfect curves. My fingers graze across her stomach. I want to take my time, but I’m still in a rush. “You still have freckles here.” A light dusting of pale pink freckles sits at the peak of her left breast. I kiss them and repeat the gesture on her other breast.
“They don’t typically go away,” Sarah says. She unconsciously touches them before stroking my chest.
My heart beats faster. “Hey. You want to make out?”
Her shoulders shake. “Is that what you call foreplay?”
“It’s my way of saying I want to spend the night worshipping you, and I need to make this last as long as possible.”
“Jake.” Sarah crooks her finger, and I lean in. “We can do it more than once.”
“I have much higher expectations than that.”
I swallow her laughter as we collapse on the bed.
∞∞∞
Time passes, and for all I know, it could be weeks. The nighttime sky peeks through the drawn window shades. They let in a dash of light, though I can’t tell if it’s from the moon or a nearby streetlight.
I snap on a bedside lamp, and she’s back on display for me.
“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Sarah says.
“You do that to me.”
There’s no clock to mark the time, only us. We’ve kissed so long that her cheeks and chest are red, and my lips are swollen. A spot on my back stings from where she scratched me.
We’ve touched every part of each other’s bodies. Her leg twisted itself around one of mine. I kissed her neck and down her throat, while ignoring her giggled complaints about bruises and marks.
“No, you always look like that,” she says. I slide a finger between her legs, and she gasps. Any further teasing is stopped.
“I’m finally home again.”
“Jake, you live here.” Sarah indicates the ceiling and surrounding space with her chin.
“No, not like this. Not with you.” I slide my finger back in and curl it, enjoying the strained mews that escape her lips.
I kiss her nipples and move down her body, taking care to keep up the slow rhythm between her legs. Sarah’s back arches, and I seize the moment to replace my finger with my tongue.
My hands force her thighs apart as I continue teasing and licking. Sweet and bitter. I almost forgot what she tasted like.
Sarah’s hips move and buck against me, so I move my arms to hold her still. Something tugs at my hair.
“You better not stop,” she says. Sarah’s strained voice quickly changes to a soft hum.
That won’t be a problem. My comment about high expectations was a promise. How many times can I make her come?
Her noises grow louder, and my tongue busier. I keep pressure on the soft nub and use my fingers to stroke the silky skin.
She bucks, throwing me off, and collapses back on the bed.
“That’s two,” I say, pulling my face from between her thighs.
“What?”
I wipe my mouth and move up her body. The hair at her temples is damp. I smooth it back and kiss her, letting Sarah taste herself.
