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Taking a deep breath, I run my hands through my hair. With Sunny, it’s like I feel everything with more intensity. Nothing is easy or mild. “I’m not beating myself up, rain cloud. I’m just trying to be cautious. If we blaze through everything we want to do…”

“You’re afraid you’ll get sick of me.”

My chest deflates. “I could never get sick of you.”

For the first time, it feels true, and I’m not proud of how many times I’ve promised a girl forever without meaning it. This is the only time it rings with truth. Loving Sunny is real, natural, like I was supposed to be doing it years ago. Although I’m not quite ready to say it. This is new territory for me, and the paranoia is there. What if I give her everything I have and I run out of interest, passion, love?

Pulling her naked body against mine, I let my hands roam the landscape, trying to memorize every slope and valley, pinching the buds of her nipples and squeezing her round flesh in my hands. She starts to writhe under my touch, and I’m torn between wanting to rest and trying not to spend all of this new lust at once—but also feeling unable to keep my hands off her.

Placing a kiss on her nose, I reach for the bedside lamp. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“I don’t need sleep,” she whispers across the darkness.

“Well, this old guy does, and I want to have the energy to do this all day long tomorrow. So, sleep.”

“Fine,” she answers with a yawn. Nestled against my side, she breathes softly against my neck as I drift off.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I wake to her movement next to me. Against the silhouette of the window, I watch her stand from the bed and pull on my T-shirt. Without a word, she disappears from the bedroom, leaving me alone in the darkness. A while later, I slip on a pair of boxer briefs and find her in the pool house.

But I don’t alert her of my presence. I just watch her. Admiring her. Admiring her magic.

She’s sitting on the scaffolding with a pencil in her hands, sketching out her plans onto the wall, filling the grids with detail and delicate lines.

Watching silently from the door, I drink in the sight of her working in the dim light of the work lamp that shines onto the white wall. Her bare ass peeks out from the bottom of my shirt, and my cock stiffens in my shorts as I stare at her.

I want to take her back to bed and get lost in her body again, but I can’t disrupt what she’s working on. There’s nothing I’d rather do than watch her work, deep in her own visions.

When she takes a small break to stretch, I catch her touching herself again, and I know she’s just checking the raw skin there. Does she feel different? The thought stirs something carnal in me.

There’s a package of rubbers in the kitchen junk drawer, so I go back inside to grab one, hiding it in my hand as I walk out to the pool house. She freezes when she hears me enter.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbles, looking at me over her shoulder.

“I couldn't either once you left me.” I walk directly up to the platform that puts her at just the right height to kiss her back and run my hands over her bare legs.

She pants as my fingers fill the space where hers were just buried. She’s already wet for me. Spinning her body around to face me, I pull her ass to the edge of the platform and lick up the arousal pooling there.

Moaning, she drapes her legs over my shoulders, grabbing onto the bars of the scaffolding for support. Sucking and nibbling at the raw skin around her clit, she shifts her weight until she’s practically levitating off the platform.

I bury my tongue inside her, and all I can hear are her cries of pleasure.

“I need to be inside you,” I growl, pulling her off the surface and carrying her toward the counter as she hangs limply off my shoulders.

“I need it too.”

When I set her down gently, she quickly takes my lips in hers, tasting her flavor there and moaning against my mouth. Quickly, I rip open the condom, desperate to fill her up. I’m needy for sex with Sunny, not because I want to fuck her and feel her and get off. I need her like her body is my home and I won’t be whole again until we’re joined.

This time, I ease in smoothly, gliding all the way in as she watches. Jesus, it turns me on how much she likes to look.

It nearly strangles my cock as I pump inside her, so tight and wet. I could keep this perfect little pussy forever and never want for anything, but how long will Sunny want me? The novelty will eventually wear off for her, and by the time she’s my age, I’ll be sixty. Will she find me sexy then? Will she still want me, or will she move on to someone younger? Better?

Growling against her open mouth, I slam into her again. It hurts to think of anyone else here. Another man fucking my Sunny.

“Harder,” she gasps, clutching onto my neck, and I oblige.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” I pull her off the counter, hanging her legs from my hands as I pound her gentle flesh, her moans growing louder and higher.

“You, Alex. I’m yours, all yours.” Her voice is so strained I know she feels good.