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Iwanted to be covered in her scent. Feel her skin pressed against mine. To have it her never-ending quick-witted rambling be a part of my day-to-day life. To enjoy the pleasure of absorbing her beauty at will.

It’s been said that a way to a man’s heart was through feeding him.

A way to a woman’s heart was by feeding her as well.

Feeding her dick.

There were more positions and methods for me to fuck Ally than could be counted. There was only one way to fuck her that would cause her to feel in her heart what I felt in mine.

Turtle sex.

Slow and steady wins the race.

I traced my fingertip around the areola of her nipple, admiring the contour of her perfectly sculpted breasts. Holding her anxious gaze, I lowered my mouth to the jasmine-infused skin of her neck and kissed it lightly.

She tensed at the gesture.

With one hand still teasing her nipple, I continued to kiss her, my mouth traveling along her neck—kiss by kiss—until I reached her clavicle.

I dragged my teeth along the thin skin that covered the bone. Her body shuddered. My lips came to a rest, replacing the fingertip that had teased her nipple to a state of arousal.

I encompassed her hardened nipple with my lips, sucking it with care. Her hips reacted, grinding against my leg with the rhythm of a dancer.

“I want you,” she breathed.

Without looking up, I touched my index finger to her lips.

I moved my mouth to the other breast.

Lying on my side with my thigh between her legs, my aching cock was pointing skyward. While I gave her nipple the same attention as the first, she encompassed my girth in her hand.

She stroked the shaft slowly and with care.

A sensation of elation ran through me. I, like her, bucked my hips against her clenched fist.

Her wetness soaked my outer thigh. I lifted my mouth from her breast and gazed into her sky-blue eyes.

Her lips parted, but no words passed them.

I took her bottom lip between mine and bit it lightly. Her back arched. I kissed her passionately and fully.

We writhed against one another, seeking more of what each of us had to offer. The kiss continued until I ached for her.

Our mouths parted.

She opened her eyes and met my gaze.

Speaking wasn’t necessary. Her eyes said it all. I rolled off the edge of the bed and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. After returning, I positioned my hips between her legs. With my gaze held by her desire-filled eyes, she ground her hips against me.

I guided myself into her.

My eyes fell closed.

Denying the depth of pleasure she provided me was impossible. During sex, the world around me no longer existed. It was only Ally and me, and nothing else.

I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her fully. I flushed myself of my life’s atrocities, inhibitions, and reservations. Relaxed fully, I gave myself to her.

All of me.

Our bodies melted together, becoming one.

As one, with our lips still embraced in a kiss, we climaxed together. The rush of euphoria that rushed through me was unique. I took mental pause, hoping I could identify what, exactly, was different.

It wasn’t, however, one thing.

It was the experience. Something she and I seemed to share.

Unwilling to admit it, but incapable of denying it, I simply held her in my arms. It was there, weakened by the powers that she possessed, that I fell asleep.