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As it was, my fingers were resting on her labia, not quite touching anything integral, but definitely nowhere appropriate.

Her breathing was coming out harsher now, as if she wanted me to make the move, but didn’t want to seem too eager.

“I agree,” I growled.

Then I lifted that leg up and went up onto my haunches in front of her.

I looked down, groaning when I saw the glint of wetness along the lips of her sex.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” I groaned, slowly lowering my boxer briefs until my cock popped free.

The instant relief of it no longer being confined was immense.

The look on her face when she got her first good look at it was comedic gold.

“That’s not going to fit,” she breathed, backing up.

I caught her around the waist and pulled her down, my cock catching on her pussy lips and bending slightly.

Breath now coming in pants, I said, “It’ll fit, honey. It always does.”

She bit her lip, and I leaned down and caught said lip between my teeth. “No more biting your lip. It drives me crazy.”

“Only you?” she gasped.

“Only.” I pressed a kiss to the top lip. Then the bottom. “Me.”

She wiggled then, her pussy wanting me even if her mind was saying otherwise.

I ground myself against her, coating myself in her wetness.

“I hate to have this conversation when we’re both really far gone,” I gritted my teeth. “But birth control…”

“On it,” she offered. “And I’m clean. Uh, I… it’s been a while.”

That was music to my ears.

I liked that it’d been a while.

I liked even more that I could take her bare.

“I get tested once every six months at the department,” I said. “I’m clean. Just had my last checkup a couple of weeks ago.”

She blew out a long breath, then said, “I guess you could try to work that monster inside of me.”

I laughed and pulled my underwear off the entire way.

Tossing them to the floor beside the bed, I twisted her until she was up on her knees, ass high in the air.

“Jesus,” she gasped. “This probably isn’t the best way…”

Probably wasn’t. Not when we were new, and my cock was big, and she was small.

But goddamn, I’d been dreaming of having her on her knees.

I’d been having fantasies about her since I saw her that night six months ago.

Morbid? Yes.