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The kiss is sleepy, lazy, but insistent You’re in et kissed if I’ and white I could probably use a shower I havebreath

He kisses me like I’h he’s going to find some fabulous treasure underneath, then strokes his hands over my naked body as if to say, This This is it You

His shirt coeous--tan and flawless, muscular and lean I lick his biceps Bite his shoulder He tastes clean and alive, like everything I want

In minutes we’re down to his boxer briefs andIt isn’t a thing I kneas capable of doing, but with West it isn’t even a choice I have to Our tongues are at war,hih my underwear, I’ ht of his body and his slow, rolling thrusts Two thin layers of fabric between us, ether in ti need

I need hi else My hands find the waistband of his briefs and slip inside to find the clench of his ainst ed West looks at me Kisses the wrinkle between my eyebrows, the tip of my nose, my chin,you"

I want you inside me Deep Deeper

Please

The words are at the back of ue, piled up, and I can’t make myself say them I can’t ask

"I want to make you come," he says

That would also be excellent

He strokes his hand up uess he likes it, because he kissesfrom my neck to the cap of my shoulder It slips overslowly over my nipple and then down, down to my waist, to my navel, to the space between our bellies "I need to touch you"

"Please"

He shifts to the side, leaves his thigh slung over mine, his elbow by my arm, his breath at my ear as he caresses my breasts with the back of his hand Brushes back and forth over my nipples Traces circles, random patterns, until I’ me, and I say, "West, please, please," and he relents He flattens his hand and slides it slowly--agonizingly slowly--down in of my panties, which are ridiculous red-and-white-striped cotton with holly berries on them and this cartoon Santa, the least sexy panties I own

I didn’t know I’d be here, that this would happen I had no idea what thisup of the elastic This wicked, knowing, dirty sneak underneath

I never could have iers partingthe secret shapes ofhell, Caro," like a prayer and a coer inside me Then another When he tries three, I whimper, and he finds my clit with his thumb I arch off the bed, deliciously shocked

There is a sense in which I’ve done this before, all of it, but it feels brand new and astonishingly different It feels so good that it hurts, it aches, and I hate it, but not nearly as much as I love it

"You like that," he says

I ive hiers insidehiue I don’t care Not with West’s thu my clit, over and over, just a little too hard, which turns out to be how I like it

Not with his fingersin and out of my body, a steady rhyth pieces

"That’s irl," he says, when I have to turn , can’t breathe, can’t do anything but buck against his hand, senseless as an animal "Just like that"

When I co tension winds and winds until I think I’ll die, and then I do die, I do, and it feels so ah it, watches me, eases me down, and now I can feel the rush of it, the part that’s all pleasure in one big push, a wave, a wake, a wave, until it’s grabbed o

I float

"Oh ain My voice is faint Sweat has gathered at my elbows, in s has spread down hs, and I’m conscious of the smell of sex

Nate called it "that fish smell" once He joked about it

Fuck you, Nate, I think faintly, but there’s no rancor in it I honestly don’t care

I feel so good

It wasn’t like this with Nate I caoal that had to be reached An obstacle to be laboriously cli, and then the next It was never this … this bliss, this shared thing West and I ether rather than the product of our dogged efforts

"Hey, where’d you go?"

West is propped on one elbow besidePoor hand, it ether He s onto thebut look at hiray with their intriguing bulge and an evenwet spot