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I roar as her pussy milks the cum from my body, bringing me pleasure so intense—I swear I almost blackout.

“Wait here,” I mumble when I can finally talk.

My lungs are still working overtime.

My heart too.

Honestly, I don't think I've smiled this much in years.

I press one last kiss to Amanda's forehead before climbing reluctantly out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asks sleepily.

“Be right back, Sweetheart.”

I hurry to the bathroom for a wet washcloth.

Old habits.

Things that were drilled into me when I was younger.

Respect.

Care.

Taking care of the people you love.

And Amanda?

She's always been the person I love.

Maybe I just took the scenic route figuring it out.

When I come back, she watches me with those beautiful green eyes.

Soft.

Trusting.

And that trust still humbles me.

I clean the mess we made between her legs.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

Then she snuggles into me the second I rejoin her on the bed.

Like she belongs there.

She does.

Like she was always meant to fit against my side.

“That was intense,” she says softly.

I smile into her hair.

“It was.”