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He cried out, his body jerking beneath me, and it was all it took for my orgasm to detonate inside me. I came in spurts up his stomach and chest, just one moment before he did the same. His body arched underneath me, his cock pulsing against mine. My whole body trembled; every cell burned with ecstasy as I tried to keep my weight off him.

Smiling, he put his hands to my face and pulled me down for a kiss, and when I collapsed on top of him, he laughed. “Well, the first course was delicious,” he said, his voice gravelly and warm. “Second course is going to be even better.”

I chuckled, my face in his neck. “Might need a few minutes.”

Or maybe thirty.

He hummed happily, his hands exploring up my back, slowly bringing me back into reality. To the sticky mess now smeared between us. I propped my head up on my hand so I could look into his eyes. “We should probably get showered.” I made no attempt to move off him. I wasn’t sure I could.

He laughed. “Or we could just stay right here.” He ran his finger over my forehead, brushing my hair back, then down my jaw to my lips. His gaze followed the movement, and he chewed on his bottom lip. “I have specific requirements for the second course of this meal,” he said.

I hummed and quirked an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

His lazy smile widened, and his eyes focused on mine. “Yep. I’m going to need a very thorough fucking.”

I snorted, too blissed out to be shocked or embarrassed. “Is that right?”

“Yep. Now that I’ve actually seen your dick, I’m going to need more of it. Deep, and preferably frequently.”

I laughed. “I’ll be happy to oblige.”

I had a fairly decent dick. Seven inches long with a fat mushroom head. Perfect for setting off some internal fireworks, apparently.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I said, peeling our stomachs apart from where we’d glued ourselves together.

“Shower,” he suggested, sitting up. He drew a swirl in the drying come on his stomach. “God, this is hot, not gonna lie.”

I got to my feet and held out my hand for his, then pulled him to his feet and followed him into his bathroom. We kicked off our shoes and pants, stumbled into the shower stall together, letting our soapy hands wander as we laughed into each kiss.

And never once did the butterflies stop. Never once did the thrill of each kiss subside, the anticipation, the nerves, the full swoop of my whole heart when he laughed.

Every touch, every caress, every breath.

One official date, one full afternoon with him, and I was in over my head. Okay, so I’d known him a month. We’d technically had two dates, we’d texted, we’d flirted. But one day with him and I knew... I just honestly knew.

I would absolutely let him name our cats Meatball and Spaghetti.

Chapter Six

Linden

Oh boy.

Things were moving fast, yet somehow entirely not fast enough. I wanted everything with him, and I wanted it right now.

He wasn’t perfect. No person was. But oh boy, he was perfect for me.

With his perfect name, his perfect face, his perfect job, his perfect laugh, and his perfect every-fucking-thing.

And his dick?

Perfection.

And I wasn’t letting him leave until I’d had it inside me.

I needed it.

I mean, I wasn’t holding him hostage, exactly. I was simply encouraging him to stay.