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‘Condoms?’ I ask.

‘Ah, shit, top drawer.’

‘It’s a new box,’ I grumble, and tell him I am infection-less and on birth control.

‘I got tested as planned—all clear.’

‘God, that’s so sexy to hear.’

He cackles a guttural laugh that turns to a moan when I let him slide inside. ‘Fuck, Fuko.’

I shut my eyes and let myself breathe. His fuck has the same meaning as my fuck—why does this feel so good? I cling on to his shoulders when he stretches me from the inside. Toby’s hands grip my ass, rocking my hips up and down, letting me set the pace. I start slow, relishing his pleasured and dazed stare. My mouth finds his. As I speed up, his fingers dig into me, making me wetter—to think I can make him feel this way just by sliding up and down up his cock.

My pace is no longer enough for him. His thrusts go deeper, at a higher speed then I was allowing him. His breathing matches mine in a rapid staccato.

When he lets go of me, chest rising and falling, he leans me back, letting his thumb find my clitoris.

‘Fuck.’ I claw into his hip, throwing my head up to the ceiling. All I have been thinking about is him being inside of me, and now he’s making sure that there is absolutely nothing else in the world but him.

He is slow with his movements. I’ve never had someone take so much time to just look at me, studying my moans and breathing before increasing the speed and pressure. His thrusts are perfectly angled to build the pressure enough for me to finish.

But I want more. I place his hand on my chest, silently commanding him not to let go.

‘Say something to me,’ I moan out, feeling so close to the edge. ‘Anything.’

He occupies every single inch of my being. I need him in my head.

‘I could fuck you all night if you let me.’ He is too quick with his thoughts, too sincere; it was already on his mind. ‘Every time I look at you, I wonder if I could make you do that face you had when I made you cum with my mouth.’

The spasm rolls through me, strong enough for me to pull his hand away. ‘Too sensitive.’

‘Say something to me,’ he says, his eyes looking up at me in a hopeful daze.

He is so beautiful. I am not great at dirty talk, but I just let him know what I feel. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. I would let you fuck me however you wanted if it meant I got to feel you inside of me again.’

His thrusts get harder. Veins on his arms and hands pop out as he grabs onto my hips. Sweat rolls down his neck. I bathe in the pleasure, listening to his grunts.

When he is done, I lay down on his chest and fall asleep.

CHAPTER 33

Toby could use a good kiss

The blackout curtains do not let any light through, but to my surprise, there is no light for them to block. Toby’s bed is empty, bar confused-and-dazed me, reaching for the phone that someone (definitely not me) plugged into the wall. It’s four in the morning.

Why do I always wake up alone in Toby’s bed?

I put my shirt on and pull on the door handle. The kitchen and the corridor are the same shade of dark that the bedroom was, but there is a corner of the living room that’s glowing blue. The TV is on and Toby is playing a video game with his headphones on his ears. I try to get his attention by creating loud, shuffling noises with each step, but it’s not working. So, with a heavy sigh I poke him on the shoulder.

‘Waaa!’ An expected scream bellows out of him as he twists his body away.

‘It’s me, it’s me.’ My hands are up in the air, as if I’m announcing it to the police.

‘Fuko, bloody hell, you scared the shit out of me.’ He pauses his game. ‘Why are you up?’

‘Why am I up? Why are you up? It’s four in the morning.’

‘I couldn’t sleep.’ He sulks, dropping his shoulders and his controller.