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    The house settles around me like a heartbeat easing into sleep as I lie on my sideter that night. My eyes trace the swaying tree limbs outside my window, and the fleecy nket is tucked high under my chin, but it’s not the nip in the air that bkeeps /bme awake.

    It’s something else. A low hum under my skin, a pull I can’t seem to shake, an anticipation of something toe that will be irreversible.

    When the door opens with the softest creak about 10 minutester, I don’t flinch. I don’t even turn towards the door. Because I already know it’s ihim/i.

    AJ slips into my room like a shadow made solid, like gravity pulled him here. He doesn’t say a word, and he doesn’t need to, really.

    The bed dips under his weight, and his movements are slow and deliberate. Giving me time and offering me space to ask him to leave. But I don’t move away. The thought never even crosses my mind.

    After waiting a few seconds to see if I’ll protest, he slips beneath the nket, and his body curls along my back. His heat and strength envelop me in an embrace I didn’t know I craved. His left arm wraps low around my waist, pulling me close, tucking me into the shape of him like I belong there, as his right arm seamlessly slips beneath the cushion my head is resting on.

    His forehead finds the curve of my neck, and when he exhales, the brush of his breath lights a fuse under my skin, and pebbles my exposed skin.

    Wey like that for a long time, neither of us moving, and in no rush. Just us breathing and basking in our closeness. His chest rises and falls against my back in a rhythm that calms something inside me. There’s no urgency or demand in his touch.

    I could fall asleep like this, and I almost do. But then I shift, only slightly, and unintentionally.

    It’s a subtle movement of me pressing back into him, but then his body stiffens, like I’ve hit a live wire. The breath he pulls in is sharp and skates across my shoulder like a

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    warning I’m unable to pay attention to.

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    His fingers flex slightly against my stomach, and when they smooth out again a few secondster, his fingertips slip underneath the hem of my sleepshirt that has risen and stills immediately, as if reminding himself to go slow.

    But the tension between us is there now. It’s thick, electric, and oh so undeniable.

    He presses a kiss to my neck that’s open–mouthed and unhurried. It’s a kiss that doesn’t ask for permission–it dares the receiving party to join in on the sensual revelry. I gasp at the feel of his soft lips against my over–sensitive skin, and the soundes out

    somewhat helpless and small.

    AJ groans into my skin at my reaction, the sound low and guttural, and when his hand unhurriedly slides lower, I don’t stop him, and there is no doubt in my mind that this is something that I iwant/ii. /i

    His fingers gently slip beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, but not underneath my panties. They don’t stop their descent, though, as they gently glide even lower until reaching the vee of my thighs. With a slight nudge of my left leg, that’s not domineering but brooks no argument, I open my legs somewhat. He isn’t having any of it, though, and guides my leg up and back over his own leg, leaving my already needy core exposed to him and his imminent ministrations.

    Never breaking contact between his fingers and my overheated skin, he slowly and tortuously glides his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reaches his intended destination. At the first touch of his fingers as they cup me and then squeeze, my hips

    buck forward of their own ord, as I inhale a deep breath that’s meant to steady my

    racing heart.

    Releasing his hold on me somewhat, his middle finger dips between my folds, and at a

    leisurely pace slides up and down numerous times. And even though my panties are keeping direct contact between our skin at bay for now, the fire he stokes in me is no

    less intense.

    After a few more strokes, he runs the tip of his tongue up the side of my neck, and when he reaches my ear, he whispers, “You’re soaked, Cupcake.” It’s not a question–only a mere statement of what he does to me and my body.

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    He doesn’t allow me any sort of reply, though, when in the next instance, he slides my panties to the side, and continues his delicious torture over my bare skin. His middle finger, now lubricated with my arousal, moves up and down in smoother strokes, and with the skin–to–skin contact, I already feel as if I’m on the brink ofing undone in

    his arms.

    He adds his ring finger, spreading my soaked lips even further apart, and applies a bit more pressure when he reaches my sensitive nub at the top. When he gently circles my clit, my lower half instinctively pushes forward in an attempt to find my release.

    AJ softly chuckles at my back, before softly saying, “Patience, baby…”

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    My frustrated little groan has him pressing closer to me, his whole body now molded to mine, and when his fingers ifinally /idip lower between my legs, my hips jerk and my

    breath falter, in anticipation of atst feeling him inside me.

    However, when his middle finger’s tip presses against the entrance of my channel that’s weeping to be filled by him in any way, shape, or form, he stills to my utter dismay. I try

    to undte my hips so his finger can slip inside and give me what my body craves, but

    with his muscr arm over my hip, he pins me down, and any movement bes almost impossible.

    “La,” he murmurs, his voice ragged. “You tell me right now if you want me to stop.”

    I turn my head just enough to catch the silhouette of his face over my shoulder as I breathe into the silence, “Don’t you dare.”

    Those words seem to do the trick, because before I can take my next full breath, he pushes not just his middle finger, but his ring finger into my tight, hot, and begging

    pussy. For half a second, the stretch burns, but is almost immediately reced by a pleasure I’vee to realize only my guys can draw from me.

    He touches me like he already knows every way I’lle apart for him. There’s no teasing, and no rush as he effortlessly strokes me, and expertly finds that tight bundle of nerves on the inside of me that has a million and one sparks igniting behind my closed eyelids.

    With reverence and control, he reads my every gasp, and every tremble my body makes

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    as his palmes down on my clit for added stimtion, his fingers not missing ia /isingle beat as they start picking up speed.