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Every night.

Laughing with her.

Sharing stories.

Making her happy.

Showing her how much I want her.

How much I love her.

Flow sighs loudly beside us, rises, shakes, sending clumps of dried clay against us, and then saunters across the room.

Ginny giggles, still kissing me.

I grip her under her thighs and rise, lifting both of us.

She wraps her legs around my hips, but there are too many layers between us.

My pants. Her dress.

Both of our aprons.

She unties mine as I cross the room to deposit her on the counter beside the sink.

I untie hers and toss it aside, and then I drop to my knees and push her dress up her legs until?—

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

She’s not wearing panties.

“Surprise,” she whispers with a cheeky grin. “I was going to come see you after the cheese platter.”

“I don’t want a cheese platter.”

“I wantyou.”

I push her thighs farther apart, leaning in and inhaling her rich, delicious scent before I bury my face in her pussy, licking and tasting and suckling until her thighs are trembling and her grip on my hair tightens and her moans and whimpers get higher and higher, telling me she’s close.

I nip at her clit, and she comes undone, squeezing my head with her thighs and jerking her pussy against my mouth and panting my name as the taste of her orgasm coats my tongue.

This.

This is what I want every day. Every morning and every night.

Ginny.

Just Ginny.

Her legs fall slack, and she pushes at my pants with her still clay-coated hands. “More,” she gasps.

“Ginny?”

“Want—more—of you. All of you.”

I shove my pants to the floor.

She grabs my bare ass and pulls me against her.