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AFTER Y/N RUSHED OUT OF the closet this morning, I was concerned I had scared her off for good. My fears amplified when she didn't come home at her usual time tonight. To calm my nerves, I spent hours at the gym burning off my pent-up energy.
What I didn't expect to hear when I stepped into the apartment were moans coming from down the hall. I froze in place when I found Y/n in our bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a black lace bra. My name passing her lips while one hand gripped the sheets and the other pushed a vibrator into her pussy.
Y/n sits up in the bed. My cock twitches in my pants as she slowly unfastens her bra, enticing me to draw closer. I'm riveted as her supple breasts spill out, begging to be touched. She pushes her hair behind her shoulder, giving me an unfiltered view of her naked body.
"Fuck, you're a goddamn vision," I murmur.
I'm captivated by her hourglass figure and sinful curves. Her body is a work of art, and I have the privilege to experience it firsthand. I'm damned lucky she's all mine.
For now.
Our future may be uncertain, but I plan to savor every precious moment I have with Y/n... my Y/n.
Her eyes track my every move as I stride toward the bed, pausing to tug off my sweats and boxers.
She's still as I crawl onto the bed beside her.
"This is your last warning. Are you absolutely sure you want this?" I ask, grazing my knuckles against her cheek.
I would be disappointed if she backed out now, but I will never push her into doing something she's not ready for.
"Yes, now please stop talking and put your mouth on me," she demands.
"With pleasure."
I bend and kiss the valley between her breasts, and she draws in a sharp breath when I flick one of her nipples with my tongue. The small bud hardens at my touch, and I greedily wrap my mouth around it, biting down on the soft flesh.
"Oh, god," she cries out.
Y/n puts her hands on my shoulders, her nails sinking into my bare flesh, and I welcome the pain. Her moans grow louder as I alternate between licking, biting, and sucking her sensitive breasts. She clings to me, and I fucking love it.
A pleading whine escapes her lips when I pull away.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," I promise.
I glance down to see her pussy is already wet for me, and I shoot her a wicked smile as I sink two fingers inside her tight heat. Her gasp fills the room.
"Damn, you're soaked, N/n. Is this all for me?"
"Yes. For you," she pants.
I drag my tongue along the column of her neck and pepper kisses across her collarbone. When I add a third finger, she lets out a strangled sound of arousal, and my cock aches with need. It's the most sensual sound I've ever heard, making me want her—want this—even more, if that's possible. All the waiting and the anticipation leading up to this moment makes it even sweeter.
