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She’s biting her lip and moaning into my neck as she rides my fingers. “We have to go.” She speaks breathily.
“It’s up to you how quickly we get there.” And she relaxes into me. Now I begin moving inside and let my palm crush her swollen nub. Her face flushes. She’s whispering ‘oh’ over and over and clutching me as she moves me deeper into her.
“I need you so deep.” I push in another finger and reach for the end of her. She’s murmuring my name in my ear, making my dick hard. Holy God, she’s fantastic. I kiss her deeply, but she pulls back as her breath gets shallow. This in-charge woman is at my mercy.
“We’re not leaving until you come.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. Don’t. Stop.” She’s begging me, and I feel like the master of her universe. She screams loudly as she contracts, then releases around me. I continue pumping until she comes down. I feel her slick my fingers. “Liam,” she says, her lips still on my neck.
“Yes?”
She kisses me again.
“I’ve never come that hard or been fingered in a parlor.”
“If it helps, I’ve never done any of these things either. It’s you. You make me crazy with lust.” She grins at me. I’m serious. She drives me to think about things, like commanding her. I grab her with my left arm and hold her close. Then I kiss her as I head to the kitchen to wash my hand. She retreats to the bathroom.
“Kissing you is different,” she yells from the bathroom.
“Bad?”
“Not at all. It’s rather sexy. How long until your beard comes back in?”
“When we decide. I made a standing appointment with my new barber for every day you’re here. He can get a closer shave than I can. And he hooked me up with a dude in Lincoln Park in Chicago. How far is Lincoln Park from you?” I yell from the kitchen.
“I live there!”
She’s putting on her coat as I join her at the front door. “That’s convenient and a coincidence. Come on. We’re going to be late.”
“Totally worth it.” She smiles.
I put my hand on her back and guide her outside. It’s cold but not bitter.
“It’s only a few blocks,” I say, snuggling her into my soft cashmere coat.
“This is our first time out of the house as—”
I interrupt her, “As what?”
“As Fletch and Jillien,” she states confidently.
“We went to lunch today.” I wink at her.
“Jesus. Was that only today?”
I totally agree with her. Days and months can go by and bleed into each other with nothing significant, then every once in a while, everything happens at once. This is quite the fucking day.
She smiles, but I can tell she’s holding back. “I have to tell you something. As if our super fun lunch with my dad wasn’t enough…”
“Go ahead.” I brace myself. I’m too far down this fucking hole to climb out unscathed. Fuck.
“I spoke with Bev.”
“What? Oh my God. Wow. Even more shit for this epic day.” That’s so much better and worse than I thought.
“She came by to ask about your urgent phone call and ran into me.”
“Shit.”
