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I plow into him, and Simon gasps, pressing against the wall and arching up. I love that he’s desperate for it, that as soon as I stepped inside his house, he closed his computer and led me to the bed where he stripped us down and bent over.

He’d been waiting. Waiting forthisall day.

How can a guy say no to that?

I couldn’t turn him down. It’s like I never left, like those six months never happened. We are just as insatiable as before, and I feel like our need for each other is even deeper. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I dread going home in the mornings. I dread the fact that I have to wait almost another half a year to move in with him.

“Oh fuck yes,” he moans when I pull him up and spear him on my cock, turning his head and kissing him sloppily.

I hold him like that, rutting into him and making him moan. And when I reach down and pump his cock, he explodes quickly, his ass clamping down around my dick. It’s like a vise as he falls to his elbows and arches his ass back, inviting me to pummel it.

And I do, fucking him rough and hard until I’m filling him up.

Kissing down his spine, I pull out of him, a hiss escaping his lips as I do. I don’t know how he’s managed to take me every day, but he does. His ass is majestic. A true miracle.

When we fall to the sheets, sweaty and satiated, I turn to him and say, “I think your ass needs a break.”

“No.”

I smile at him and then add, “What I mean, Simon, is that I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen and his cheeks flush. “Oh. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I want to try it. It’s not fair you’re doing all the work.”

“But I like this kind of work.”

I laugh at that and then kiss him once more, my lips never having enough of him. The way he tastes, the feel of his mouth against mine. I’m addicted.

“Well, I want to try it. With you.”

Simon kisses me again with fervor, obviously liking the idea.

“Okay, yeah, we can totally do whatever you’re comfortable with. Whenever you’re comfortable with it.”

I grin at him and then sit up. “Sounds good, baby, but I should probably get going.”

Simon shakes his head, holding on to my hand tightly. “Stay the night. Don’t leave.”

I should fight it, but honestly, how can I say no to that? So I flop down and snuggle into him. It’s only been a few weeks since we accidentally met up, but I cannot get enough of this guy.

He sighs happily and burrows into me further.

“How much longer till you move in?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“Too long.”

Simon peers up at me and then props himself up on his elbows. He looks delicious, his hair all rumpled, his eyes still a little droopy from coming his brains out, his lips a pretty pink.

“How about I buy out your lease and then you move in now?”

I just blink at him. “Simon. No way. You can’t do that.”

“But I hate that you leave every night. I want us to make thisourhome.”

It already feels like a home to me. I’m already planning how I want to remodel the kitchen and this isn’t even my place. And fuck, I love sitting on the front porch with Simon in the evenings, my hand on his thigh, his legs on mine.

Sometimes I even discreetly jack him off under the blanket.