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My hand slips under her shirt, caressing the soft skin over her ribs. She wiggles and smiles against my lips. “Stop,” she says.

“You want me to stop?” I say, teasing.

“Just the tickle.”

“But the tickle is the best part,” I say, letting my hand slide up to cup her breast. I pull her bra down, exposing her, so we are skin on skin. And then I play with her nipple. She begins to breathe heavy as we continue to kiss. Her hand wanders to the button of my jeans. It comes undone, and then there’s a coolness that heats me up as her fingers dive down to squeeze my already growing cock.

“Take me to bed, Mr. Aston.”

But I’m already on the move, backing up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sit and bring her into my lap. She straddles me, opening her legs as I caress her thighs.

“Take off my shirt,” I say, looking up into her eyes. I want to turn the lights on. See every part of her body. But we’re in the dark right now, and that’s where we need to stay.

Her fingertips reach for the hem of my shirt. Her turn to tickle me with her soft caresses. I stifle down a stupid grin as she drags it up my chest, pauses to kiss my lips, and then brings it over my head.

Her hands immediately go to my bare skin. Like she can’t wait to touch me everywhere. Her palms press flat against my pecs, feeling my heartbeat quicken with anticipation.

There’s a part of me that wants to rip her clothes off, flip her over, and fuck her wildly. But there’s a bigger part of me that wants to slow it all down and stretch out each moment for eternity.

I’ve made love to her all summer. I’ve enjoyed every bit of her body and every bit of that time. But tonight… it means just a little bit more. Tonight is the last night we’ll really be together as prince and princess. And I want to make it last forever.

So I let her play with my body. I let her take her time tracing the outline of the muscles in my chest. The curve of my bicep. I let her memorize me the way I want to memorize her.

Her fingernails drag just the slightest bit. Not sharp, not soft, but just right.

Both of my hands slide under her t-shirt to cup her breasts. She lets out a long, quiet sigh as we meld with the quiet night. Become one with it.

“Keep going,” she whispers softly. “Keep going.”

It’s so different now than it was when I went home last summer. When her pleas were, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Now she just wants me to love her.

“I love you,” I say. Redundant and unnecessary. But I say it anyway.

“You are my only love, Five Aston. My heart is nothing but full when I’m with you. So please, keep going.”

Even if I wanted to deny her, I wouldn’t be able to. Not because I want her body, but because I want her soul.

So I take it.

I lift her shirt up over her head and toss it aside, then unclasp her bra and toss that too. Now her perfect, full breasts are right in front of me. And there’s nothing in this universe that can stop me from sucking on her nipples.

She throws her head back, moaning softly. Her long hair brushes against my fingertips, splayed across her ribs. Tickling me. Enticing me. Begging me for more.

Her back arches, pressing her breasts into my mouth as I lick and suck. And then it seems like every long moment needs to speed up. I grab her around the waist and lie back, bringing her on top of me. She hikes her knees up, pressing her body into my chest as she runs her fingers through my hair and leans down to touch her perfect lips to mine.

“Keep going,” she whispers.

My hands are on her ass, squeezing her round cheeks. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried, Princess.”

She props herself up with her hands on either side of my head, her long, golden hair caressing my chest. Still tickling. Still enticing. She looks me straight in the eyes and replies, “I’d never stop you from doing anything. I’ll do anything you ask, Five. Because if you tell me to do something, I’ll know I have to. Because I know you love me.”

She doesn’t wait for my reply, just begins to unzip my pants and slide her hand back where it belongs. Around my hard, thick cock.

I’m busy too. Unbuttoning her jeans and dragging the zipper down. I wiggle them over her hips, which makes her automatically roll off me to kick them off without comment.

I miss her body already. The coolness—the emptiness—of her being a few inches away is too much to bear. So I pull her back on top of me, urge her hips up to my face, and lick her pussy.