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“I love it,” I murmur while he moves, fucking me slowly.

This for sure won’t count. We’ll keep the memory intact, but we’ll remove it from our heads, at least for the near future.

Later? Yeah. Maybe we will indulge in it. We will revisit it. But not soon. Definitely not too soon.

It would mess with our heads.

I rock my hips and establish a rhythm that goes perfectly with the pace of our lips. Smooth, sexy strokes. Deep, satisfying thrusts.

His hand is fanned over my butt, my arms looped around his neck. It crosses my mind to flick the button at his waistband open, undo his pants, and loosen them around his hips.

We might stain them, but he doesn’t seem overly concerned, and I decide not to stress over that little detail.

I come kissing him, and him grinding into me without experiencing his climax, and the sensation is sublime.

He loves it, and I love it, and we both smile before we fuck again.

Time goes fast, the shadows getting longer, and the room turning dimmer.

I’m wet when he pulls out of me and pushes to his feet, his erection bouncing up.

He sheds his clothes and slides on top of me, naked.

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

He enters me again.

He doesn’t even need to hold his erection while pushing it into me.

He is so hard, and I am so wet it takes no effort to connect again and resume the enthralling, addictive rocking that gets me tense and quivering in anticipation of the most intense pleasure.

More minutes pass before I come again, and he cleans me with his mouth and fucks me from behind.

But this is not Kai fucking me from behind this morning.

This is different, and it’s still slow, good fucking, my center soft and warm, hugging his hard shaft.

He rocks his hips while stroking my clit, and holding me in his arms, both sitting on our knees on the bed.

He comes with me, his hot breaths in my hair, his grunts echoing in the room, our fingers laced.

A puddle forms between my legs from his release and my arousal.

It could be tears for all I care.

He made it so worthwhile for me. The day couldn’t end or begin––depending on how one looks at it––better.

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