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Zoë

Late in the afternoon, I am woken by rays of light shining through my window and Sam softly running her fingers through my hair.

For someone who hates showing any emotions, she can be extremely affectionate. This right here is the best feeling ever. I bury myself deeper into her embrace and take a deep breath, smelling my own body wash on her skin. It smells better on her, everything is better with her.

Her grip around me tightens as she pulls me closer. I know I may be reading too much into this, but she is so different suddenly. Still as on guard and secretive, yet also more open. She'd never be like this with anyone else. Would she?

Her hands continue running through my hair as mine land on the small patch of exposed stomach from her shirt that began riding up. Neither of us is asleep anymore, yet she makes no move to let me go.

I could spend forever in this comfort, but I feel her heart speed up. It doesn't take much for me to guess what she is thinking to be reacting this way. I try distracting myself, but when it becomes too much, I finally shift my gaze up.

She is already staring down at me intensely, her dilated pupils instantly confirming my suspicions. Before I can say anything, her lips press against mine in a tender kiss.

I get lost in her taste as her tongue gently moves against mine. With my hand on her cheek, I pull her closer, reminding her that she doesn't need to be so careful with me.

Her movements grow more aggressive. In one swift motion, she flips us, landing my back on the bed with her hips resting between my thighs.

Her hair cascades down like a black curtain, and a smirk begins tugging at her lips. Not wanting to deny myself any longer, I pull her head back down. Her lips immediately land on mine, biting and nipping as her tongue invades my mouth.

I begin tugging at her shirt, to which she immediately pulls back. I take a moment to catch my breath as I look into her brighter, yet also much darker, blue eyes. Quickly, she takes her shirt off, only coming back down to me when every item of clothing is removed from us both.

I moan softly as I feel her warm skin against mine. Eagerly, she grinds her hips into me, exciting me more with every move she makes. My skin catches fire as her face lands in my neck and begins a gentle assault.

Gently squeezing her breast, I hear her groan into my neck, causing a shiver to radiate through my body. My hands travel lower until one lands between her thighs. I find her clit and begin gently rubbing her in a circular motion. She throws her head back in a pleasure-filled cry as her breathing becomes erratic. Her arms threaten to give way.

Adjusting herself for better access, she immediately begins returning the gesture. I whimper as I feel her hand already do amazing things to me.

At the same time, we push two fingers inside each other. My back arches at the sensation as I hear her moan loudly.

At a steady pace, she grinds into me, controlling both our rhythms perfectly. My view alone could make a sane person lose their mind. Watching her on top of me, head thrown back in pleasure as she rides my fingers.

Our pants and moans fill the room as her movements grow faster and sloppier.

"Zoë." She moans my name, her voice sending shockwaves through my body, ending in my heated core. I want this so badly, my entire being is aching for the release that only she can grant me.

I feel her twitch around my fingers, telling me how close she is. I apply more pressure on her clit, starting a race between us to see who could make the other finish faster. She succeeds as my chest arches upwards, and I begin loudly moaning out my release. Seconds later, she follows, shaking on top of me until her entire body collapses. The pressure of her weight on me like this and the way I saw her finally let go gives me a warm feeling.

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