Ever After Awaits

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    My left hand slips from beneath the nket, goes behind my head, and my fingers curl in the hair at the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer. His mouthtches onto my neck, and I feel his groans reverberate against my skin as they escape him.

    My right hand slips lower underneath the nket, and ittches onto the wrist of the hand he has buried between my legs as if it belongs there–always has, and always will.

    All I can feel is his fingers as they strum my body like an instrument he’s spent years learning. All I’m able toprehend is his gravelly voice as it murmurs delicious things to me like ‘you’re so fucking tight‘ and ‘I can’t wait to be inside of you, soon‘. All I’m able to experience is the visceral ache he has awakened in me that has all my muscles pulling tighter and tighter with each stroke, and has my breath catching as my building orgasm is slowly barreling down on me.

    My hips rock against him, and my breath unravels into short, desperate sounds. He doesn’t miss a single movement while his rock hard cock is slotted between my ass cheeks, grinding against me in his own pursuit of some sort of release.

    He buries his face deeper into my neck. “Come for me,” he says as a half–plea, and a

    halfmand.

    It takes almost nothing more after that. The steady rhythm of his skilled fingers, the warmth of his body wrapped around me, and the guttural sound of his voice light up something deep inside me. I fall apart in his arms with a moan that I’m sure I’ve never made before, wrecked and weightless, shivering against the strength of him as he holds me through every beat of it.

    When I can finally breathe again without tiny aftershocks wracking my body, I slowly roll over in his arms, and reach for him, my lips instinctively finding his in the dim light like a heat–seeking missile. The kiss isnguorous, sensual, and soul–scorching in its intensity.

    He rolls us somewhat so I’m on my back with him poised halfway above me, his arousal evident against my thigh as he grinds against me without thought. His left hand cradles my cheek as he consumes me with the kiss he’s taken control of.

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    My roaming hands, which have until now alternated between clinging to his shirt or gripping his hair so I can pull him that much closer, slip beneath his T–shirt in search of his skin. When my fingers make contact with the heated skin on his back, he groans in a mixture of pain and desire that ignites a fresh bout of arousal to leak from between my already sensitive folds.

    When my own desires start to consume me yet again, and a need to touch him, taste him, feel him, ovees me, I’slide my hands to the waistband of his briefs, intent on slipping them off so I can give him the same pleasure he so expertly handed me.

    But he suddenly catches my right wrist, firm but gentle. “No,” he whispers against my lips. “Tonight was about you.”

    “But…” I start, but he kisses me, and the rest of the sentence dies on my tongue. This kiss is nothing like the previous one. It’s deep, filled with a certainty that has my heartbeat speeding up, yet slow enough to break me all over again.

    When we finallye up for air several minutester, he pulls me against his chest, locking me in his strong,forting arms. His citrus and smoke scent settles me when I inhale deeply in an attempt to control my raging hormones.

    He holds me like I’m something precious, and he refuses to risk anythinging within a twelve–foot radius of our cocoon and possibly hurting me.

    I bury my face in his chest, breathing him in, as his hand strokes slowly down my spine. Over and over. Calming the sparks still racing under my skin.

    And as everything quiets around us, a feeling of being loved and cherished rises in the silence between us. That’s how we fall asleep–entwined in each other’s arms, our breathing in perfect sync, each of us in the arms of the person we love and who loves us back.

    I wake slowly, caught in the warmth and weight wrapped around me, and it takes a few seconds for everything that happenedst night to catch up to me.

    The roomes into view as I slowly open my eyes. AJ’s smell bleeds into my senses,

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    along with the feeling of his arm cinching around my waist as if he ns to keep me

    here forever.

    His chest is again flush against my back, and his breaths are slow and even. His leg is tangled between both of mine, and his palm is syed across my stomach, skin to skin.

    I shift as surreptitiously as possible, trying not to wake him, but then his grip tightens, and a low sound rumbles from deep in his chest–something that’s half possessive and half pleased.

    My sleep shorts lower with the movement, baring my hips to his touch. His hand intrinsically slides lower, slips under the waistband of my shorts and panties simultaneously, and then settles on my bare sex in a possessive but panty–melting hot

    way.

    My heart skitters, anticipating a repeat ofst night, but when his breathing settles

    again, I realize the act was done subconsciously while he was still sleeping. With that heartwarming thought, I close my eyes again and let the moment pull me under.

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    A little whileter, AJ stirs behind me and then presses a kiss to the crook of my neck

    that’s clumsy, half–asleep, and somehow more intimate than anything we sharedst

    night.

    “Morning, Cupcake,” he murmurs, his voice sandpaper–rough.

    I smile into the pillow and whisper, “Morning.”

    For a while, we don’t move. We just lie there. Steadily breathing the same morning air and letting the world wait for us on the outside of my bedroom door. And it’s perfect.

    That is until Cade’s voice floats in through the door he’s cracked open, while leaning against the frame, smug and unrepentant: “Well, well, well. Look who finally made himself useful.”

    I groanb, /bburying my face in the pillow. AJ, though, doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed of being found in my bed.

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    Hunter joins in, dry as always, as his head pops up over Cade’s shoulder, “I hope you didn’t wear her out. We need her energy this morning.”

    I swat at AJ’s hip, somewhat embarrassed at being caught like this on my first night here, but he onlyughs into my hair and catches my wrist, pulling me closer.

    “Go away,” I mutter toward the door as I try to scoot even closer to AJ, closing my eyes

    again, hoping they’ll disappear if I can’t see them.

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    “No can do,” Cade calls. “Some of us are hungry, and you’re on pancake duty, Sunshine.”

    I flip him off without lifting my head, making Hunter chuckle, and say triumphantly, “That’s a yes.”

    The door shuts after that, and AJ nuzzles into my neck, stillughing softly, his breath

    stirring the wispy hair at my nape.

    “You heard the man,” he murmurs. “Pancakes or you’ll have a mutiny on your hands.”

    I sigh, dramatically, then say, “They’re lucky I’m too happy to murder anyone.”

    At that, he holds me tighter and softly says, “Stay a little longer.”

    And I do. I let myself fall back into him, his heat, his safety, and how his arms feel like a

    promise.

    “Five more minutes,” I whisper.

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