Like her glistening pussy she presented to me willingly and eagerly, legs spread and bared to me.

How she sat on my face with no objections, trusting me to not lead her astray.

The lack of grimace or disgust on her face when she looked up at me with wide, proud eyes, mouth full with my cock.

I can’t pick a favorite.

Again: Perfection personified.

Perfect for me.

“Morning,” Emma says. Her voice is scratchy and I reach my arm out, grabbing the water bottle from my bedside table and handing it to her. She accepts the beverage, taking a small sip.

“Hey. How’d you sleep?”

“Really well. Again. How about you?”

“Same. I was just about to get up.”

“That desperate to get away from me?” she asks, giving me a breathtaking smile.

It’s brighter than the sun, lighting up the entire room. I want to keep it in my pocket for safekeeping for when the days get cold and bleak.

“Fuck, no. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay this morning.”

“Are you always this polite or am I just lucky? One minute you’re pounding your dick into my mouth, nearly choking me, and the next you’re asking me about my feelings.”

“Well, for the record, I didn’t hear any complaints from you last night about the alleged choking incident.”

“And you certainly won’t.” Emma reaches her hand out, tracing the outline of my abs. I suck in a breath at her examining touch. “I’m good. Are you good, Henry?”

I could listen to her say my name again and again for hours on end and never get bored with hearing it. It’s melodic and sweet, a reminder of how wonderful she is.

“So good,” I respond, shutting my eyes as her nails graze over my muscles.

Fuck.

“What are two people who are both good going to do now?”

Keep you in my bed from now until the end of time.

Give you anything you want and ask for nothing in return.

Kiss you until you want to get rid of me.

“As much as I’d like to have your mouth around me again, sweetheart, my parents are expecting us downstairs in fifteen minutes. And what I want to do with you will take much, much longer than that,” I say, capturing her lips with mine.

Shifting onto my back, I pull Emma with me so she’s straddling my lap. Her lips are swollen, the early morning affection and last night’s rendezvous plumping them up. Her sleep shorts are bunched high on her legs near her hips, creamy white thighs exposed to me. I’m close to ripping them away and sinking her onto me once and for all.

Fuck slow.

I want her. Badly.

Fast.

Hard.

And every other kind of way.