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“Huntley you-“

“Ssshhh…”she cuts me off. “Let me take care of you,” her voice is soft and laced with nervousness.

Her small hands wrap around the base of my cock and then start moving up and down in relaxed, deliberate strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure. I press both palms against the wall and stretch my arms out to steady myself. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, her warm, wet mouth wraps around me. My eyes grow wide when I watch in fascination as she takes all of me into her mouth, until I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I shiver and groan, intuitively grabbing the back of Huntley’s dripping head. Her movements quicken and she sucks and licks and draws my length into her wanton mouth. I’m close. I can feel the crash approaching rapidly.

“Baby, I’m going to –. “ Her last pull cuts my words off mid-sentence and my body jerks forward. Everything around me explodes. My hot liquid fills her mouth and she laps it up voraciously. Just when I thought my beautiful girl couldn’t surprise me anymore.

I pull her up and smash my lips onto hers. She opens up for me and I explore the depths of her mouth hungrily, tasting the potent blend of our flavors. I know I just had an earth shattering experience with her, unlike I’ve ever had before, but fuck me, I’m turned on all over again.

“You.Are.Incredible,” I murmur against her lips, “And that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I feel her smile and look down at her bright, excited stare. The blue in her eyes swirls with lust and reverence.

“That was…” I trail off, mimicking her words from earlier. I don’t how to describe what just happened.

“Just returning the favor,” she says.

I frown.

“Don’t ever think that just because I do… that…for you that you owe me.”

She wraps her arms around my waist. “I know, but I wanted to. You make me feel good and I wanted to make you feel good too.”

I grip her chin between my fingers and place light kisses and each side of her mouth. “You are perfect,” I whisper. “You make me feel good just by being you.”

She smiles shyly at me, “Can we shower now? I’m a little sticky.”

I grin wickedly at her. This is going to be…fun.

We take our time cleaning each other, trading shy glances here and there. Each caress is soft and gentle, each kiss tender and loving. We dry each other off but don’t bother getting fully dressed before we climb back under the sheets. Huntley wraps her arm around my waist and rests her head on my chest. Her legs tangle with mine and I breathe a contented sigh. In a moment like this, I feel at peace. She gives that to me in a way I didn’t know was possible. She lights the fire deep inside my soul but also calms the storm that rages inside me. There is so much I want her to know about me, so much I need to share. After being together for a while already you’d think I can tell her everything that weighs on my heart. But some things are harder to share than others.

Her breathing evens out and I shift so that I’m looking at her. Her face is calm and serene, quite the opposite of what being with her like this does to my body.

I kiss her forehead and allow myself to drift off, relishing in the feel of her being tucked away and blanketed by my body.

I never want to fall asleep without her in my arms.

Ever.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

A little while later I get the feeling I’m being watched. Despite not knowing what time it is, I keep my eyes closed. When Huntley’s soft, delicate fingers trace my lips I can’t resist anymore.

I open my eyes and she smiles. She looks rested and the result is a warm, angelic glow radiating from her face.

“Hi,” she whispers.

Instead of replying I kiss her, trailing my hand down her spine and cupping her butt. She inches closer so I throw my leg over hers.

“Gray,” she whispers, “I’m hungry.”

I roll us so that I’m on top of her and thread our fingers together, stretching our joined hands above her head.

“Hmmmm,” I kiss her neck softly and lick the tender flesh. “I’m also hungry…but not for food.”

The sound that comes from her mouth is a mixture of a giggle and a whimper. “Haven’t you had enough of me yet?”

I look at her and frown. “I will never have enough of you. Have you had enough of me?”

She giggles, kissing the tip of my nose. “No, definitely not, but um…I kind of need…to recover.”

“Did I hurt you?” I ask seriously. It took her a few minutes to accommodate me fully but she didn’t look uncomfortable or in pain.

“No, but – “

I cut her off. “Were you a virgin?”

I can’t believe the thought never occurred to me before. Fuck. I should’ve asked before we…

She pulls her hands free of mine and cups my face. “No Grayson. If I was, I would’ve told you.”

I thread my fingers through her hair. “Then why do you need to recover?”

She tucks her face into my chest to hide her blush and mumbles “Oh God.” The vibrations coming from her voice prickle my skin and travel south.

“Tell me,” I encourage teasingly, nuzzling her ear.

“It’s just, well…” she pauses and looks back up at me. “You’re….” I watch in amusement as she struggles to find the words. “You’re…bigger… than…um…my first.”

If it wasn’t for the look of embarrassment on her face, I would burst into laughter. But I don’t.

“Well,” I smirk, “I won’t apologize for that.”

I kiss her deeply, soliciting a moan from both of us. My hips start rolling on their own accord, ready to take her again.

“If you keep making those noises,” I mumble against her mouth. I won’t be able to stop myself. So, let’s get you dressed and fed. I’m sure Its almost dinner time anyway.”

She gives me a quick peck on the lips and rolls out from under me. I follow her movements and watch as she dresses in her black lace panties and my now dry shirt. She’s trying to kill me.

Well, two can play at that game.

I pull my boxer briefs on but nothing else, and follow her into the kitchen. We’re still alone in the apartment so I don’t worry about who sees us.

“What are you in the mood for?” I open the fridge to see what ingredients are at my disposal.

She pulls the perfectly baked vanilla cupcakes from the oven. “These look good. I’ll just have a cupcake.”

I pull the tray out of her hand, wondering how the hell they didn’t burn. We forgot all about them earlier. “How did they not burn?”

She laughs. “I had the timer set before you…interrupted me.”

“Well, last I checked, cupcakes are not part of a nutritious food group so I will make you some proper food.”

She pouts and it takes some self-restraint to stop myself from pulling those lips between my teeth. “But I want a cupcake.”

“Let me feed you some proper food, and then you can have a cupcake.”

I close the fridge and lift her onto the counter. I settle between her legs and rub up and down her bare thighs. She wraps her arms around my neck, legs around my waist and I step closer.