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“Superhero?”

“Never fear! Justice Drake is here!” she announces in a corny timber, pumping her fist in the air. “Ready to slay the villains of Scottsdale with double-headed dongs and acid lube lasers!”

We both laugh until tears form at the creases of our eyes. Until snickers taper off into soft mewls and touches. Then we’re chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin, and I’m devouring her mouth, the ice cream forgotten. Ally parts her thighs for me, and I roll my body on top of hers, cradling her face so I can kiss her deeper.

“I’m never going to get used to this, am I?” she remarks, as I gently suck the skin under her chin.

“Do you want to?” I ask, before licking a trail from her neck to the space between her breasts.

“No. I want this excitement, this newness and fun…I want it to always be like this.”

Can it?

The question is right there on my tongue, but I smother it with Ally’s puckered nipple, making her moan my name. All the questions and consequences will have to wait. None of it matters when she’s in my arms. And I don’t even know how long that can last.

“Hey,” she says, letting her fingers slide up the back of my neck to grab a handful of my hair. “You’re trying to distract me from the task at hand.”

I let my palm drift over her stomach until it’s cupping her swollen mound. “I thought this was the task at hand.”

“Ooooh, good point.”

I flick her clit gently, knowing that she’s still sore and sensitive, while I scoot my body down further to position her thighs on my shoulders. When I replace my fingers with my tongue, Ally makes a garbled sound that resembles a cursed growl.

“What’s that, babe?” I ask, her clit on my lips. I take it between my teeth, just barely nipping it. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck you,” she whispers through a moan.

I suck her flesh harder before flicking my tongue over it to ease the sting. “Oh, such a filthy mouth, Allison. Maybe I should fill it with something so you can’t say such naughty things to me.”

She gasps, as I insert a finger into her and resume licking her clit. “Don’t you dare stop. Unless you want your head to be permanently dented from my thighs squeezing it like a walnut.”

“But I thought you wanted to talk, baby?” I insert another finger and fuck her with them hard and fast for only a few seconds before removing them. “I shouldn’t do this. We should talk.”

“If you stop what you’re doing, Justice Drake, so help me God, I will tie you to this bed and go all Misery on your ass!”

I laugh, letting the vibrations transfer from my mouth and tickle her sensitive flesh. I enhance the feeling by inserting my index finger, and licking her in slow, lazy circles. “Ok,” I say, kissing her soft folds. “You talk. I’ll lick.”

“You really expect me to be able to form actual words? Sentences? That make sense?”

“Do you want me to finger-fuck you and suck your clit until you come so hard in my mouth that you pass out?”

Her eyes grow wide with delight. “Yes please.”

“Then talk to me, baby.”

I devour her sex like it’s my last meal before a beautiful death, savoring her sweet-salty flavor. I’m so hungry for her; I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks and only Ally can sate my need. Her knees shake against my ears, and I remove my fingers to grip her thighs, opening her wider for me. Then with a maddening rhythm, I alternate sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue. I want to taste every bit of Ally. And when she comes, not a drop will spill over onto the sheets.

“Talk,” I command, when she’s too overcome with pleasure to utter a coherent word.

“God! Oh, you…oh, God.”

“That’s flattering, but call me Justice.” Suck. Lick. Stick.

“Justice.” She’s so breathless, my name sounds like a soft breeze. “Justice. You son of a bitch. How dare you…how dare you do this to me.”

“Do what, baby?” Suck. Lick. Stick.

“This. All…this. Now I know…I know what I was missing. And I can’t…I can’t be without it. I can never go back.”

My rhythm falters, and I groan against her quivering flesh, trying to bury myself in it. What does she mean by that? Never go back? Does she want to stay with me and leave Evan? Is that even an option for her?

But mostly, shit… Is that even an option for me?

I know I want her body more than I want my next breath. And I know that meeting her, basking in her smiles and wanting her on me like a second skin has forever changed me. But can there ever be more? Can I spend every night counting her freckles, like I once counted the stars? Can I replace my sunrise with the vision of her sleeping beside me, fiery hair, wild and tangled all over her face? Can I swim in those too-big turquoise eyes and drown myself in her laughter every night?