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My lips traced the line of her jaw, slow and deliberate, while my hands explored her curves. The softness of her skin, the way she shivered at my touch, was enough to undo me completely. My cock throbbed and strained against my pants. Laura reached down between us and released me. Her small soft palm dug into my boxer briefs and pulled my cock out.

She squeezed my base lightly before her fingers trailed from my base to my head long the ridge underneath. It was enough for me to almost crack a tooth I was clenching my jaw so hard.

I reached behind her, my fingers fumbling for the clasp of her bra. The fabric was delicate, and I took my time, wanting to savor every moment. Finally, I managed to unhook it, the straps falling loose as I pulled the material away from her.

She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened. For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the air between us charged and heavy as she slowly pumped my cock. Then I leaned back in, pulling her to me, feeling her bare skin press against my chest as her arm moved between us.

"I need these off right now." I growled in her ear, and my fingers found the lacy underwear and pulled it to the side. When my fingers glided over her sweet core, I felt her slickness. She wanted this and I wanted to give her every inch of me. Laura glided her palm over my head and I almost slumped forward from the sensation.

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"Fuck this." I hissed and ripped the thin piece of lace off hr, driving two fingers into her as I moved closer between her creamy thighs.

she leaned back slightly, her elbow brushing against a glass on the

an instant-the glass teetered, wobbled, and then fell, shattering against the tiled floor. The sound was sharp, slicing through the haze of the moment like a

my grip on her

like that, the illusion shattered along with

came into focus, and I realized I was slouched on the couch

room.

streetlamp filtering through the curtains. My heart pounded in my chest, and I dragged a hand over my face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, leaning

melted into me, the

at the ceiling as

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particular. My voice sounded rough, like it belonged to someone else. "This

I said it, I

after night. And it wasn't just the dreams. She was everywhere-in the way the air felt heavier without her, in the empty spaces she used to fill, in every goddamn corner of my

trying to erase the vivid images burned into

I let it get to this point? How had I let her slip through