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I scrambled over him with embarrassing eagerness. Getting into position was a little awkward, and we both laughed when I nearly kneed him in the face.

Tex reached behind me with two fingers. “Lube, as promised.”

He pushed the cool gel inside me, taking a moment to stretch me a bit. But I was impatient. I pushed at his wrist. “I’m good.”

“But—”

I positioned his cockhead against my hole and sank down over him. His words cut off with a groan. “Jesus, Hendrix. How are you so hot inside?”

I hissed a little at the sting of a rushed entry, but I didn’t care. I knew there was bliss waiting for me. I rocked my hips, taking another inch, slowly working his bare cock deeper into me. “So glad we got tested,” I muttered. “You feel so good like this.”

“Fuck yeah.”

He grabbed my jaw, bringing me in for a filthy wet kiss. His tongue pushed deep. His cock pushed deeper. I groaned helplessly, awash in sensation.

My body took over as my mind went offline.

My hips undulated, and my thighs flexed. I worked myself up and down that cock, riding him for all I was worth, my eyes fixed on his. I couldn’t seem to look away.

We’d had sex many times by now. He’d been inside me before. But tonight was different. This was no longer a secret. No longer some sort of fling that might go nowhere. An experiment that could fail. No, Tex had taken me out. Told the guys about us.

This was my boyfriend. My partner. My heart.

His gaze held mine, just as intense. Just as emotion-filled. He was right here with me. All in, like he’d said.

He cupped my face. “I love you.”

My eyes widened. “Wh-what?”

“I know you’re not supposed to say it during sex,” he said. “But I can’t hold it in. I fucking love you.”

I rested my forehead against his, eyes closing. “I love you too.”

“I know.”

I smacked his shoulder.

He laughed.

Then we were back to kissing, frantically, urgently. Like we wanted to fuse ourselves together. The tension coiled inside me, tighter and tighter. My cock ached, hard and needy, and I could no longer ignore it.

I reached down, closing my fingers around my shaft. Tex lowered his gaze, watching as I stroked.

“So sexy, darlin’,” he murmured. “Let me see you. I want you to come on my cock.”

He grabbed my waist, thrusting his hips up, drivingdeeper into me while I stroked and squeezed my cock, aware of his eyes on me. I was putting on another show for him, just like he’d wanted.

The pleasure surged up, overtaking me, and I arched my back, crying out. My cock pulsed in my hand, cum spraying. My ass tightened around Tex as the orgasm swept through me.

“Yes, fuck,” he rasped, and then he was shuddering with climax, his cock shooting inside me.

He tightened his arms around me, holding me close, while we rocked through the aftershocks together.

Our ragged breathing settled. Our hearts slowed. Still, I remained in his arms, our skin plastered together.

“So,” I said into his shoulder, “Still love me now that you’ve come?”

“Nah.”