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With her little gift tucked safely to my side, my fist meets the door, pounding with urgency. I don’t mean to be a brute, but I’m antsy. I’m trying really hard not to make tonight about the physical, but fuck, I need to feel her if I stand any chance of talking.
Juniper showing up at my door tonight in nothing but a trench coat and heels with something I sadly missed out on underneath, only proves she feels the same.
She craves me just as much as I crave her, and we’re done counting us a wash.
Long black hair tossed in waves across her shoulders, paired with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, greets me. Knocks me off my feet may be a better description because Juniper, in a silk black robe, barefoot, is my new favorite view.
“Fuck, I love you in black.”
She smirks playfully, and I realize everywhere I look on her is perfect. Her makeup is washed clean, her skin shining as if she just finished putting lotion all over it.
“Good thing it’s all I wear.” She smirks, propping her hip against the doorframe. “Whatcha got there, Crew?” Juniper nods to the black box she delivered earlier. The same one I have yet to open.
I want to open it together.
“This?” I hold it up, internally forcing my body to relax and my dick to calm down.
“Yes, that. What is it?”
“A gift from a beautiful woman.”
Juniper hums. “She must be pretty special if she gave you a gift. You better keep her.”
She’s so sexy. And playful. “She is, and I intend to. Invite me inside, Juniper.”
“Why should I?” she asks, but everything about her body language invites me in. The way she steps slightly to the side, making space for me to enter. I follow the arch of her bare foot that leads to legs sculpted to perfection, only highlighting the dip at her hips I see beneath the fabric of her robe.
I take a step forward, the air between us growing hotter and hotter. “Because it’s time I be selfish with you.”
“God, ye–” My lips are on hers before either of us can think better of it, tossing the box into the nearest bush. I charge my way inside Juniper’s home, her heart, her everything.
“Come here, baby.” Her legs wrap around my hips, and I close the door behind us, all while searching for the nearest flat surface to lay her on. I want to see what’s underneath this robe and drink her in like never before.
“Table? Desk?” I pant, buzzing from the sensation of her lips kissing down my neck. Fuck. She smells nice. I can’t think straight.
“I’m…I’m still buying furniture.”
Looks like the floor will have to do. Steering us to the first accessible room—the one in the front with big bay windows and nothing but a rug and an olive tree in a corner—I decide this will work just fine.
Because it doesn’t matterwherewe are together. I can hold her anywhere.
“I’m gonna lay you down, okay?” I mutter, and I can already feel the ties of her rope begin to slip. “I wanna look at you.”
I bend to my knees carefully, laying her slender frame against the area rug. I place a kiss on her lips before leaning back with my palms against my thighs.
My woman.
With black hair made of silk spilling behind her in a halo of sorts, Juniper looks exactly like the vision of radiance I always pictured her to be.
“I’m weak for you, Junie.” Her eyes fall closed as my hands meet her knees, slowly urging them wider. My cock hardens to stone through my sweats, desperate to be inside her already.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Crew. So long.”
“I can see that, baby.” I spot the thinnest pair of matching silk panties covering her bare pussy. She’s soaked through them. “You want me right here, don’t you?” I whisper, leaning forward and slipping the fabric to the side.
The most tantalizing moan fills the room. There’s an urgency in her voice mixed with pure pleasure. “Yes. Yes,” she pants.
“How long?” I ask, ghosting my index finger across her center.
