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My water bill has been higher than normal. Now, Jordy takes bubble baths but I now know who the culprit is and her name is Elizabeth Maria Lucero.

But I can't be mad at the new raspberry eater now, even if I enjoyed the sight of Lizzie blindfolded, whimpering and squirming. Fuck, I'm too turned on now, and the fact she had juices dripping from her lips... fuck... I want her so bad. It wasn't the squirming and whimpering she makes in my wet dreams but the stiff rod between my thighs sure had the same reaction.

Knowing she was going to be long, I had time to finish the dishes, clean up here, take my own shower and even watch some game film as she's still in the shower, singing something in Spanish off-key to music on her phone.

I wipe my hand over my face as she hums like nothing is wrong.

I wish this day wouldn't end honestly.

The wails and howls from her, making her go nuts over my constant love teasing, feed me for the time I won't see her. Not the howls and wails I'd like to hear but it will do. I had to amp it up tonight, just to have our last hoorah.

But damn it, she's making me so stiff with the climbing on top of me, pushing her mangoes on me, withdrawing from the spank bank.

Fuck, she is killing me.

The sound of the water finally cuts off and I groan in happiness.

Her muffled giggles come through the door. "I heard that."

"Lizzie, what are you drowning in there?"

"I did and I came back to life," she deadpans me and shuts me off with the sounds of a hair dryer.

I cackle softly because she's just too much for me right now. I know I said this before, a million times these last couple of days, but I'm going to miss her. It's actually starting to affect me because I don't know how I'm going to make it without her. With her kind heart, she wrote me these letters to open when I feel a particular emotion.

She warned me several times, in her toddler voice, that if I open them then she'll know. I just gave her a nice kiss on the lips and opened a letter that said, 'When I'm feeling happy,' because, well, I was, so why not.

When you feel happy, remember that happiness comes from within and is found in the present moment by making peace with the past and looking forward to the future.

I want you to think of all the times you tease me and think she doesn't know what real teasing is yet. All the times when I yell at you or even hug you. Remember that feeling and this photo today and hold on to the memory of and emotion throughout the day.

She is so sappy but little things like those letters are going to help me while she's not physically with me. Heck, the stuffed animal... oh, sorry Olivia, is coming with me as my official cuddle buddy until her mother comes on April 4th.

A bang from the door draws my attention and I arch my brow. "Lizzie, you good?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine" She giggles and I shake my head because I'm not liking where this secrecy is going right now. Is she tipsy? She only had a sip to wash down the raspberry.

I shake my head and lay back, shutting my eyes and thinking about how tomorrow embarks the future the moment I've wanted for since junior year. We had to come back because we lost in the Final Four. That heartbreak of me missing the final shot will always haunt me. And I want to blame Rashad for not blocking but I just didn't see the angle correctly, so it was my fault.

Sighing deeply, I shut my eyes as tiredness washes over me from practice earlier. I owned up to it and even though everybody, including Coach, said it was all our faults, honestly it was me. Thinking about it does something to me, twisting disappointment deep inside, and I just want to overcome it. That's when I got the tattoo on the side of my index finger, 'With every loss, there is a gain' written in cursive. The reminder is humbling and I want to remain humble at the end. I yawn, looking at the clock now hitting eleven on the dot.

I furrow my eyebrows as Lizzie is quiet as a mouse. Is she sleeping in the bathroom again? I mean, it is almost close to her bed time.

"Lizzie?"

"I'm almost done, hold your horses," she grumbles in that muffled, squeaky voice.

A smile pulls on my face as I hear the sink run as she brushes her teeth, mumbling about my lack of patience. I look at my phone and shake my head at all the text messages from the basketball group chat asking the time again. Mainly it's Jordy because he always makes us late for our trip because he forgot his shoes or, like last year, his jersey. Thank God, Squeaker packed his bag so we don't have to come back to campus for anything else.

I shake my head as he told her that he would hire her when he makes it to the NBA, to organize his life sized closet like Shaq.

I have no idea why Dum Dum is trying to keep with Shaq but that's his basketball role model, just like Kobe is mine.

Lifting my eyes, my attention is drawn to the squeak of my bathroom door opening.

"Are you ready?" Lizzie peeks her head out as I lift up my head from my phone, looking at the last text from the guys.

She's curled her hair. How did she manage to do that?

Lizzie's hair is extra long, soft curls perfectly cascade down my bathroom door frame. Two gingerbread-brown eyes flash at me. She's beaming from ear to ear, wearing some lipstick, a perfect shade of soft pink on her lips and the small gold hoops in her ears glisten by the string lights.

Roaming my eyes. She playfully whirls her bare honey leg around and giggles.

I just lost the game.

"Come out," I rasp because I feel like she's hiding the rest of her for a reason.

"Okayyyy" She giggles and steps out slowly from my bathroom.

One step at a time, she simultaneously makes me hitch my breath and all the blood in my body rushes straight down between my legs.

Fuck me.

With her eyes averted and chin tucked, Lizzie comes over until she stands in between my legs at the edge of my bed. Here I was complaining she's been in the damn bathroom for almost an hour and half but that damn hour and half is worth it.

Sooo... worth... it.

My eyes don't know what to look at first. They scan the delicate swirls of white lace of her bra and thong set with garter straps wrapping around her waist and dangling down the sides of her hips. With something so delicate, I couldn't fucking rip off because she probably paid big bucks for this. I toy with the strap of her bra, brushing her warm, smooth skin with the pads of my fingers, and catch sight of her belly ring from her stomach clenching inward.

"Baby..." I hitch my breath, pulling her close to me as her knee props up on my left leg.

"What do you think?" She sinks her teeth in her lower lip, lifting her eyes to mine. They're round and full of uncertainty but a low heat glows in them and warms my skin.

"I think you might have to sleep downstairs," I joke softly and she playfully hits me in the chest.

"Jaylan, seriously," she says quietly.

Her chin dips down slightly but she looks at me through her doe eyes through her eyelashes. Past the round, fullness of her breasts and the exposed valley between them that's drying out my mouth, the fast rises and dips of her chest shows she's nervous. "Jaylan, I'm serious."

"You are so beautiful, Lizzie," I rasp out in a strained voice and heave an uneven breath. My breath is taken away as she nervously accepts the words, the doubt melting under the heat in her eyes. My own body feels like a fucking furnace now, but I stroke her chin and kiss her lips.

"So, how's this game work?" I arch my brow and she giggles as I scan my eyes all the way down her honey legs and back up to her blushing face.

My gut clenches harder than if someone, not a Lizzie strength either, just punched me when she says, "Whatever you like the most, you get to take off."

All I can do is blink. No, I can't even do that because I'm still ogling my girlfriend.

I think my brain is broken. Process, Jaylan... She's wearing three pieces, or... Is there more?

Fuck me.

"Elizabeth," I warn because this seems like one of those games where she lets me think I've won but I have no chance.

She giggles and my hands rest on the most soft, smooth... grabbable, squeezable... Let's see.

I lightly tap her ass and the light smack sound is music to my ears and the small vibrations of warm flesh against my fingers... Yeah, it's definitely spankable.

Where the hell did my innocent, sweet, church girlfriend go? From the neck up, she looks like my beautiful girlfriend, but down... I feel like I've stepped into one of my dreams about her.

She giggles as I toy with the straps of her thong, tracing where the lace drapes over her hips and feeling her skin warming just from that simple action.

"What?" She lowers her eyes at me, looking through her eyelashes.

"What if I like this one?" I slip one index finger underneath her strap on her right hip, teasing a trail lower to her center, but she slaps, well, taps my hand and I chuckle softly as she huffs at me.

"Jaylan, I have two others, so you really have to be creative here on your part, What you like and don't like, and..." She walks over to the bags and gives me a full fucking beautiful imagine I will never forget, during practice and games and the rest of my fucking life. She squats down, not even thinking while she twists, grabbing something out of a navy blue bag.

I'm not sure how it's physically possible but the sight of her round, peach-shaped ass, all skin except for a sliver of white lace down the middle, being presented to my eyes only simultaneously stops my heart and makes it beat painfully hard.

Is that possible? I don't know. I can't think. There's no blood left in my brain.

What blows my mind really is how she's calm and I'm freaking the fuck out that my Gummy Bear Bandit is in lingerie boldly in front me. Don't even ask me to describe the cobra's situation...

It's bad. So. Painfully. Bad.

With no shame, I drag one hand over my forehead, adjust myself with the other hand, and watch her grumble. She's on her knees now, digging in the bag. My unblinking gaze must burn her because her shoulder twitches as she turns around, furrowing her brows with a smile.

I lick my dry lips and watch her pull out a Polaroid camera and dry erase board with a blue marker.

I arch my brow because I feel like she's going to write Happy Early April Fool's and Maxine and Alexis are going bust down the door any moment to finally catch me in the act.

Jaylan, pure thoughts man, you got this.

She comes over and hands me the camera but I pull her waist to kiss her soft lips. The warm contact, slightly sticky from her lipstick, gives the added effect of me staying stiff as a brick.

"Jaylan, let me explain." She giggles, pulling back.

"Alright," I rasp out, clearing my dry throat.

"Whatever you like, you get to take a photo of and keep it with you for your whole dear life." With one finger, she jabs, well, touches my left pec over her tattoo. "As long as you keep them to your eyes only."

I'm set for the entire trip on her first choice.

"No one will see but me," I rasp out.

Her tiny throat muscles swallow hard and I wrap my pinkie around hers and kiss it. She blinks and sinks her teeth in her lower lip.

"And with this white board you score me." She beams, setting them on the bed next to me.

"But you're a ten in this." I drag my eyes down, holding her waist.

She furrows her brows at me and I softly laugh, lifting one hand and stroking her chin.

"Do I get to touch you?" I rasp out like a damn teenager.

Her skin grows warm on my finger tips and she softens her eyes at me. "Only if you want to," she hints, sparking a flash of fire in her almond eyes.

I swipe my finger on her bottom lip and she softly squeaks.

"Only if you want, too," I remind her.

She hitches her breath as my hand softly moves on her waist. I'm not sure if it's her for me, but the contact point is on fire.

"Let's play." She clears her throat

"Alright, this is round one?" I lick my lower lip, extending my arms and slowly moving her back.

She nibbles her lower lip and stands back. I lean back on my elbows, my eyes giving a full inspection of what she's got on here. I could see her press her squeezable thighs slightly inward and smirk, dropping my eyes to her chest.

"Let's see... What I love about your bra is that it makes mangoes real round and full... Come here for a second."

She slowly walks back over to me and I pat my lap. She gulps and sits down. Heat radiates off her body, making me sweat and I don't even have a fucking shirt on. "I like the details of the flowers, how it..." I trace my finger on her closest breast. "I like how it shows your skin."

With one lift, I hoist her around my waist and she hitches her breath, looking at me with darkening almond eyes. "I like how it feels on my skin." I press my lips into her bare shoulder.

She whimpers softly as I kiss her shoulder again but with an open mouth kiss, lingering longer.

"I like how I can grab your conga drum," I deepen my voice, feeling the most great feeling in the world as my palms rub over her bare skin and fingers grab her gently, sinking into her warm, soft flesh.

She sinks her teeth in her lower lip as she toys with my chain to avoid my gaze but I know it helps her ease her thinking. That's why she fidgets with hers. I kiss her fingers and tap her ass for the sound effect.

Man, I love this sound.

"Turn around," I deepen my voice a bit.

She gets off my lap and spins her feet around.

My God, it's better than any fucking photos I've seen. I bit my lip as she playfully wiggles her ass and I laugh hard just because she lightens the mood every time.

"Well, definitely a ten for the booty dance," I say, shaking my head as my eyes take in every detail of those curves. "I like how it fits perfectly between..."

I try to keep my compliments G-rated, well, my G-rated because what I wan-

"Okay, so what do you rate all of this?" she spins around and I smirk and write down truthfully.

I show her my score and she nods in agreement. "I'll take the seven, this was Maxine's choice."

Of course.

She rushes into the bathroom shutting it and I exhale sharply. The agonizing pain down south is begging to be touched but I have too much respect for Lizzie to push her for too much.-

Celibacy is a good thing lately. Shit, I can't believe I'm saying that but it has been. I'm re-learning what it's like to have a true connection. And the only connection I want is with Lizzie. She is helping me with all aspects of intimacy and it's like she's rewiring everything I thought I had nailed down.

I feel like that's more sexy for woman to do, letting her inner confidence shine, and I'm glad... it's with -

Fuck.

Lizzie peeks out again but this time in a nightgown, a pretty one. It's white, silky, and with a bow right in the middle of her mangoes. It covers her body, something I know she's more comfortable with by how relaxed her shoulders are. She spins around playfully, her long curls flying off her lower back. Her dress lifts up, revealing a different white thong. The one's almost see through, showing her bare ho-

Alright Jaylan, you got this man.

She walks over again and I wrap my hands around her waist. "I love it. Ten." I peck her lips

She furrows her brows and I grin big because she likes what I say or make her feel. "I like how silky and soft this is," I skim my fingertips over the material and it's not rippable like the first.

"I like the bow, and I like how I can..." I softly put my hand on her right hip, just gauging where her comfort level is at. Her skin is burning like a bonfire as I brush my knuckles softly down the center of her leg. Heat radiates from her honeypot. Even though I'm dying for a touch, I keep my hand a respectable two inch distance, watching her reactions.

"I like I can touch you here easily," I rasp and she bites her lower lip. "If you want."

I slowly pull her on my waist again and lean in to kiss her, setting the mood. Her bareless honey pot rubs hot friction over the cobra. She shifts her hips side to side, brushing against it as I kiss her deeply. Her fingers lightly skim up my chest, then cup the back of my neck as my mouth moves over hers, silently showing her how affected I am.

With a sharp breath in, I pull her back as her dark eyes capture mine. "You drive me wild, Elizabeth Lucero."

"There is medication for that." She giggles, lightening the mood again.

I tickle her sides and she leans in to kiss me again but I allow her to direct where she wants to take this. She open mouth kisses me, pressing and pulling her lips harder against mine, telling me she's craving more. My hand rests on her thigh, rubbing up and down her skin that's almost as silky as the fabric over my hand. Her soft gasp hits my ears as I break off, moving my lips down her chin and over the front of her neck. I could her whimper at the connection of my open mouth moving over her throat column.

"I love how I can easily do this," I rasp vibrations into her neck, smiling as her fingers clench tighter into the back of my neck.

The white bow on her chest bounces as she hitches her breath. I make slow, teasing trails down her neck, moving close to her breast..

"What do you rate this one," she lets out in a soft voice, sounding just as breathless as I feel.

"An eight," I mumble, moving my lips down one of her sharp clavicle bones, over the flush of pink warmth on her chest.

She nibbles her lip as I tease closer to in between her mangoes, making her hands clasp the back of my neck.

"I thought you had another one," I tease, smiling into her skin. Her throat bobs against my forehead as she clears it. I let go of her waist and she goes running into the bathroom, leaving my mind dizzy and hands missing the contact.

I softly chuckle, wondering what the hell Is going on with her mind but, at this point, I'm letting her take the lead on this one. Hopefully, just hopefully, her next one will be one I can take off.

Another bang hits the door and I chuckle. "Lizzie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just banged my head," she whimpers.

I cackle at the way she sounds so sad, and my laughs die in my throat when she flings open the door. Standing in full view this time, she reveals this navy blue nightie and I groan because I'm about to take this off.

I have to take this one off.

"Ten," I bark out.

She gives me a Jaylan look with a smile and comes over to me. With one quick motion, I softly lay her on the bed next to me. I plant a kiss on her lips as her nightie rises up, exposing her thighs.

She shakes her head as I rub her closest inner thigh.

"Don't forget to take the photo," she softly reminds me, with dark and heated.

"You sure." I drag the tip of my tongue over my lips since they're dry again.

"As long as you don't have it blasted on the internet," she warns me quietly, her shoulders rising up.

That sinks my heart to even think that. God forbid, if anything happened like that, I would never forgive myself.  "Lizzie I'll keep it with me at all times, look . How about I take the photo and I keep it here?" I offer.

"Keep it in your wallet," she offers.

"Alright, sit up then."

I lift up and pick up the polaroid camera. I watch her nervously debate in her mind but mumbles something in Spanish, releasing the tension in her shoulders. She catches my gaze and lets out the sweetest smile. I take one of her right away just in that moment, only for her to softly grumble. I laugh and sit on the bed with her.

"How about you take it with me?"

She sparkles her eyes at my suggestion and I hold up the polaroid camera. She plants a kiss on my cheek. I snap the photo and let it come out. I pull her close so she is under my armpit. "You never stop amazing me, Elizabeth Maria."

Lizzie softly giggles and wraps her arms around my torso, well, halfway with her tiny arms. She softly kisses the side of where I have my tattoo of number eleven horizontally straight down. Her lips moving over my skin sends shivers down my spine.

In a swift motion, I have her around my waist again. Both of us read each other's eyes. Sandwiching me with her luscious thighs, I'm a happy man. She flicks her eyes down but I take her chin softly in my index finger and thumb, moving it up until her eyes meet mine. Up close, I observe the light make up she has on. The soft gold on her eyelids but no mascara needed on her long lashes. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"You know why I said ten?" I hum. "Because it's my favorite color on you. I like how it makes your mangoes bigger, I like how it highlights your beautiful skin, I like how I can..." I hook my index finger under one of her straps, slipping some of the silky fabric down as she nervously watches.

Every motion I made, Lizzie's eyes follow and it is the hottest thing I ever had with a woman ever.

"I like how I can move it and do this." I lean down to kiss her neck, pressing my bare chest against her breasts. I plant open mouth kisses on her neck. Feeling her arching more, I kiss harder. Her pulse is pounding where my mouth moves and when she lets out a soft breath, I pull back and meet her closed eyes.

Stillness moves all around us like time freezes. The only thing that could be heard in my room is just our heartbeats loudly pounding about what will occur next.

"Lizzie," my voice is soft and gentle, a sharp contrast to the heat flaming inside me.

Her eyes flip open, her pupils large and pooled. "Yes?"

My pulse beats in my ears and I push out a full breath. "Can I take this one off you?"

She nods earnestly and, for a moment, all my fantasies about my innocent girlfriend are almost coming true. There is something different about this moment, much much better than any picture or wish I had in mind, because I love her.

My entire body is throbbing because what I feel is not lust. A special realization I have without any disconnection pushes me that I need to show her how I feel.

"You let me know when you get uncomfortable, okay?"

She pauses for a moment, drawing her own breath, then nods. "Okay."

A smile pulls across my lips as we stare at each other. My chain dangles down, swaying in her face and she lets out a hearty laugh. "Jaylan, that tickles"

"Alright, new game." I bite my lower lip at her and a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"A new one?"

"It's called, where do you want me to kiss you?"

"Jaylan, the game is over. I won." She giggles, leaning forwards and gently brushing her lips over mine.

"Yeah, you definitely did but this is my game," I insist. "Called Lizzie's lead."

She giggles and points at the dip in between in her mangoes. I didn't even get there and burst out laughing because she's asking me to pick up where I left off and I'm all for that. My lips pull up into a smile as her chest keeps bouncing from giggling so much, parting my lips to laugh at myself.

Smiling on her soft skin, I brush the top of my nose into the most sacred, luxurious, forbidden area, drawing in a deep breath of her vanilla scent. Warm, soft skin presses into my cheeks and chin as I plant a small kiss between them.

"Jaylan, your beard tickles" she giggles, bouncing her breasts into my chin.

I plant another kiss again, opening my mouth and pressing harder. With gentle fingers and my eyes on hers, I slowly move the straps down and feel her sink into the bed. I pull her straps down, revealing her perfect, honey-toned breasts right in front of me, one exposed inch at a time like a drawn back curtain. My eyes trace every inch, memorizing a moment I never want to forget.

So round, so perky, so big, each a handful like I imagined when I felt under her shirt the last time.

"Baby." I groan.

She flickers her eyes and a rosy blush spreads across her cheeks, down her neck and over her chest. I lean down to kiss her blush. "So beautiful, Lizzie." I kiss again, breathing harder as I move lower.

With my eyes on hers, I test the waters a bit and kiss the warm, soft swell on her left breast and she sighs softly.

As much as I want to unleash the beast, I've got to take this slow. I keep kissing, more open kisses, moving around her warm soft skin and inch closer to her nipple. I could feel Lizzie watching with her heated gaze. Only when I look up and meet her eyes, she shuts them with a smile. I smile on her skin, kissing it. "It's okay to look, baby. I want you to."

Shifting my eyes up, hers are so dark, chocolatey, and looking at me through her eyelashes. I plant another kiss and she bites down on her lower lip quivering letting out another soft quiet giggle. The sound of my lips connecting on her skin is really heightening the tension right now in the room and it's even giving me knots in my stomach. I can only imagine what she is feeling at this very moment.

Let me take this up a notch.

Moving slowly but steadily, I kiss more of her soft skin as she melts in my mouth. The closer I get to her hard, peaked nipple, she arches her back slightly. With a pursed exhale out my lips, I blow some air on her skin, smirking as goosebumps rise up.

With one hand held flat on her back for support, I kiss deeply on her breast and bring my hand to the other, massaging it gently and groaning quietly.

With soft whimpers, she is a squirming mess right now and I love it. The soft hums coming out of her lips as I deepen my kiss send throbbing aches through me that I ignore. Fuck, I can't fit half of this in my mouth but it's a challenge I'm willing to take. I open my mouth and slip her light brown nipple inside, making her soft, sweet gasp hit my ears. I pull off softly and then suck it completely in my mouth, running my tongue over the hard tip.

Lizzie presses her hand down my back and the sweetest sound from her echoes throughout the room, "Jaylan."

It's almost like a beautiful hymn hearing her say my name, the vibrations echoing in my ears. I continue to swirl my tongue around her nipple and suck in as she moans again, louder. I haven't even gotten to the good part and she is a mess.

I switch sides, sucking, pulling, and nipping at her skin, claiming what's mine. Her sweet, throaty mumbles of Spanish and English intertwine like a melody. I pull back, giving her some breathing room as she pants. She looks at me with dark almond eyes, her pupils enlarged, and I softly stroke her chin.

"You okay," I croak out.

"Yes, it feels good," she confesses, closing her eyes like it is naughty to say.

"I'm glad it feels good, anywhere else you want me to kiss you?"

She sinks her teeth in her lower lip, flipping her eyes open, and taps her stomach. The diamond belly ring sparkles extra in the lights that hang up overhead, glistening her honey skin. She covers her mangoes, wet and slightly pink from my mouth's introduction, with her hands.

I slowly pull her hands down, feeling the wild beats of her heart in her chest. "I love them, don't cover them. They are so beautiful."

She blushes again and looks away as I lean back down to kiss back at her breast, making a trail down to her stomach. I playfully plant loud, sloppy kisses, just to hear that laugh because it's definitely something I want to hear forever.

"Jaylan" She giggles loudly.

I kiss all the way to below her navel, my chin brushing close to her thong, which makes her clutch her stomach. Moving to the side, my lips map out the curve of her hips with trails of kisses and she shivers on the left side.

Ah, her hot spot, thought it was her neck.

I love discovering things on Lizzie.

I keep kissing her when her hand moves down the top of her nightie, showing more for me.

I laugh at her funny action and slowly pull it down, stopping right at her thong. My lips press onto her hip again and roam back to her stomach, where I wait for her direction. I look up at her and our gazes catch each other. The world almost stops, just the first time I met her at her job.

"Where else do you want me to kiss you?" I rasp.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip in the cutest way, shutting her eyes and pointing right at her jackpot, I mean honeypot.

I arch my brow. Okay, I must be dreaming, so I softly pinch her arm. She pops open her eyes and furrows her brows.

"¡Ay! Jaylan," she whimpers, rubbing her arm.

I laugh, kissing her arm where I pinched and she playfully taps the tip of my nose with her finger. I fix my posture, caging my palms around her shoulders like I'm doing a push up around her. Her chest heaves and our breathing is the only noise right now.

Lizzie's eyes marvel around my face, taking in every feature of my face just like I'm doing with hers. The string lights highlight in her brown eyes like the city. She hums softly as she rubs her hands up my arms. Her gentle, almost ticklish touch alone ignites the wild fire inside of me. From where she starts at my wrists to ending at my shoulders, she's physically cranking up the temperature and speed of the blood in my veins.

"What's on your mind Lizzie?" I rasp.

"I..." Her palms bracket my cheeks as she touches my face. "I want you to have a nice time tonight."

Her voice sounds so sweet, it hurts my mouth like a cavity from the sugary overload. Yet, the weight of her words bothers me, like she feels some kind of obligation, so I remind her, "You don't have to do that. What we already did... This night couldn't have been any better."

"But I want, well..." Her lashes flutter a few times before she looks at me with nerves swirling in her dark brown doe eyes.

"Take your time." I softly swipe her lower lip with my thumb. "What do you want?"

"I want... you." She shuts her eyes, fluttering her lashes over her cheeks. A rosy blush glows on her cheeks from her confession.

Her statement alone hitches my breath. She wants me... in the most intimate way right now. The way this moment is happening isn't by hollow, emotionless, physical numbing pauses me and I hover over her. This moment right now is from work, vulnerability, trust, and honesty. The most rewarding and humbling thing I've ever experienced is her saying such weighted words.

Reading her eyes deeply, brushing in some strands out of her face, I rasp out, "I want you too, Lizzie."

I lean down, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear. "You let me know when you want to stop."

"Like a safe word?" She says so innocently.

I pull my head back because that... I did not expect.

What the hell is Ginger Snap teaching my sweet, innocent girlfriend? Fuck.

"What is it?" I muse.

"Ummmm....Lettuce." She giggles while I lean to kiss her lips.

I don't think I'm going to look at Lettuce the same again after this.

My lips bump against hers as I laugh in our kiss. Taking my time, I move down the center of her body, her fingers gently resting by her sides as I make a trail down to the forbidden island, somewhere I don't even know has touched yet.

With a soft press, I kiss on top of her thong and she giggles at what I did.

She is killing me.

I take a pillow with one hand and prop her hips up a bit for her to be more comfortable. With my other hand, I take one finger, showing her as I move. She gazes as it trails down her breastbone and circles around each of her nipples, her eyes darkening with my soft strokes. Take my finger down to her belly button, I poke it to make her giggle to relax because she is shaking softly.

"Bend your knees a bit, baby."

She lifts up a bit and watches me as I take the same finger, kissing it and making her eyes so dark that they look like the richest dirt on the earth now. My fingers tremble slightly as they fondle her thong strap, tracing the lines from her hip inward and lower. I take two of my fingers and rub against a pool of wetness on the outside of the thin fabric, just so, so damp.

"I love it," I encourage her. "Just like honey."

She shivers at that action and I press again. She sighs lightly as I softly stroke through her thong, thin enough that the contact warms my fingers. I do it once more and she lets out a soft whimper in delight.

Pulling it down softly, I watch her boobs rise and fall slowly. Her eyes, burning with heat, watch every movement of mine. I pull her thong down gently and toss it in the room playfully. She giggles, squirming her legs but probably laughing because she's completely naked in front of me. I don't even know how fast I threw the nightgown but it's somewhere around here.

The sight of her is better than a true dream come true, honestly. Her skin is flushed, her legs fall open, black hair spilling out over my pillow, her beautiful face breathless, and eyes looking at me dark and hooded.

"You are so beautiful Elizabeth" I admire her.

I'm flushed with an unusual emotion for me, humility. Of course I'm jacked up on my own hormones, my body is aching with painful, hot throbs, and my cock is leaking as much as she is. The weight of emotion in the moment hangs thick in the air, with only the sounds of our elevated breaths exchanging.

Warmth spreads through my body as I admire Lizzie's body head to toe, bare, open, and vulnerable in front of me. My heart is full that I have gotten to this moment, which I wasn't sure about when the truth about PJ came up. The mix of trust and adoration pouring out of her eyes, slams into and crushes my ego.

As much as I would love her tongue swirling around the cobra the way she sucks on her lollipops... This moment is all about her... and I set aside my needs for once.

The honor she's giving me strikes deep into my soul. My determination sets in first, charging every cell in my body, leading my actions that I don't just want to make her feel good, I need to. I take my thumb and lick it as she bites her lower lip. I go right to the top of her soft smooth folds, finding her clit. It's swollen and pulsing against my thumbpad, so I start pressing and circling slowly, gently, and easy. Her eyes widen and lips part as trembles run down her thighs.

"I love how you feel." Her tiny fingers curled into fists that grasp the blanket as I softly pinch her clit, brushing my finger into her slick heat. 

"I want to hear you," I rasp as arousal flows out of her like a river.

"Jaylan..." she lets out a soft, sweet, polite moan. The desperation that slips into her voice matches the way her hips squirm against my finger's movements. I cup her honeypot, groaning quietly at the heat radiating into my palm and she gasps again softly.

"You want more, baby?" I ask, pressing a kiss into her inner thigh and pinching her gently again. "Just say -"

"I want more," she rushes out, then clamps her hands over her face.

I chuckle quietly because she's even adorable at this stage. Pressing myself up, I gently remove my fingers, resisting the urge for a taste and cup her jaw with my other hand. "I love the faces and sounds you make, Lizzie," I praise.

I slip my hand back down, spreading her trembling legs back open. I lean down softly to kiss her lips, cupping her honeypot again. I thread the tip of my index finger around her entrance, still dripping wet and running down to my first knuckle. I push gently and slowly enter into her heat, making her gasp into my mouth.

"Lizzie," I gasp out her name. Keeping my finger shallow, I let her adjust as she squirms at the unknown feeling, but I'm adjusting too. Her warm, wet walls squeezing just my finger gives me more feelings and reactions than...

Finally, I get it now.

She tears me down when her eyes flip open, her pupils large and heat burning into me. Her cheeks flush bright pink but her eyes flash with recognition and she whispers, "Así me gustas.(I like how it feels)"

I will always remember this moment we're sharing for the rest of my life.

Her chest heaves as I softly but slowly push forward, curling my finger along her inner walls. She grips my wrist when I find what I know is a sensitive collection of nerves and she lets out a harmonious sigh.

Selfishly, I could watch her all night but this isn't about me. "How do you feel, baby?" I rasp.

She gasps with light, uneven breathing, soft, sweet pants that I will love to hear in the near future, right in my ear with a replacement for my finger. Slowly moving it in deeper, she whimpers at the light penetration inside her. I lean down and press my lips against hers as she deepens the kiss and melts down, slipping herself deeper until my palm touches her outsides.

"Jaylan," she moans politely and softly, the words vibrating off my lips.

"Say it again" I husk, moving my finger in a slow rhythm.

Resisting the temptation to shut my eyes, I'm capturing mental snapshots of her right now, cherishing every moment of her building up before she lets go. To me, she's still pure, sweet, and affectionate, which only intensifies my love for her.

"Jaylan," she moans, grinding her hips.

Her hands cradle my face as we gaze into each other's eyes.

Her warm breath fans over my lips, desire evident in her eyes as they lock onto mine once more. I maintain my gentle rhythm, leaning down to kiss a soft tear that forms in the corner of her eye. Her body takes over, her hips shifting slightly.

Her chin tilts up, seeking my lips as if she's starving for them. I kiss her tenderly, assuring her that there's no one else I'd rather be with than her. As I move my finger faster, pushing deeper, she gasps and parts her lips again.

"Jaylan," she sings out amidst her moans, as my finger massages her insides. They swell and pulse with heat, bringing her closer to the edge.

My heart is pounding so loudly, I can barely hear my own thoughts, but one thing is crystal clear in my mind.

I could listen to this all night long.

Edited and spiced up by still_just_me 😎😎😎