He slips two fingers inside me, then begins moving them in and out with agonizing slowness, his mouth still lingering on my bud.

"Please!" I moan.

I feel his smirk against my skin.

"Please, what, baby?" he teases, a playful lilt in his tone.

I can feel him smiling.
"Please, I need you..." I whine.

"Where?" he asks.

I know he's enjoying the little torture he's putting me through.

"I need you inside me," I reply.

"Do you now?" he teases further.

"Please..." I plead.

His tongue continues its magic while his fingers pump faster. I'm teetering on the edge—then suddenly, he halts the sweet rhythm. I feel his tongue lose contact with my skin, and I whine in protest, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

"Kyle... Please..." I murmur.

My whining is cut short as he thrusts into me at a deliciously slow pace, sending my eyes rolling inward in ecstasy. He eases back, then even more slowly fills me again with his insane girth. I moan quietly, unbridled in pleasure, but he quickly covers my mouth with his hand before leaning in to capture my lips in a mind-numbing kiss.

My fingers find their way to his soft hair as he establishes a steady rhythm, slowly moving in and out.

"Faster, please..." I beg.

"No, baby... Let me make love to you!" he declares, making me blush furiously as he leans in to peck my now crimson cheek.

All I hear is the sound of skin slapping skin—his guttural groans blending with my low moans. His hands travel up to my breasts as he palms them and gently tugs on my nipples. I clutch the duvet on the floor and throw my head back, instinctively tilting my pelvis upward to meet his thrusts. In response, he shifts into beast mode, slamming into me with a pounding rhythm. I know it won't be long before I buckle beneath him, even as I try to hold it in.

"Come on, come for me, baby," he urges.

At his words, I explode—my body trembling, convulsing, and I can literally see stars. But that doesn't stop him; he continues pumping harder and faster. It isn't long before his beautiful face contorts into something magical—I know he's about to climax.

He pulls out of me and comes all over my belly.

"Juney!... Fuck!" he gasps.

He collapses on top of me, his head buried in my neck. Then he plants a tender kiss on my forehead, glistening with sweat. He doesn't seem to mind the mess. He caresses my cheek, kisses me deeply—and I kiss him back, hard.

"Good morning, sunshine," he murmurs in his deep, just-got-out-of-bed voice.

I grin, and his laughter warms me further.

"I hope we didn't wake anyone," he adds.

"Me too... That'd be hella weird," I reply.

He stands and dashes to the ensuite bathroom, returning shortly with a damp towel. He cleans me up, then helps me to my feet and guides me into the bathroom for a shared shower.

After our long, insatiable shower—because he truly is insatiable—we get dressed and climb back into bed to catch a few more winks. In his arms, I know this is where I belong... at least until tonight. I pull closer, and he instinctively holds me tighter, planting a kiss in my hair.

I wake to light streaming in through the open curtains which I'd forgotten to shut after seeing Kyle tossing stones at my window. My back is pressed against his front as we spoon. I tilt my head back to admire the Adonis behind me—he's already gazing at me, making me giggle, and he laughs as he nestles his face in my hair.

"I love watching you sleep," he says in that unmistakably deep, just-woke-up voice.

"Do you now?" I tease.

His words spark memories, and I blush. He grins, clearly reading my thoughts as he always does.

"What I feel for you both scares and excites me, Juney," he whispers close to my ear with a small smile. I turn to face him, speechless, pressing my lips into a firm line as I caress his jaw. He leans into my hand.

"Let's go down for breakfast. My parents should be up by now," he suggests.

"Do we apologize for the noise we might have made?" I joke.

I swat his arm, and he bursts into laughter. I shake my head, sit up, and stretch—every part of me still humming from our lovemaking. I stagger out of bed toward the bathroom, with him right behind me, still laughing. I toss him a new toothbrush, and he catches it effortlessly, winking and showing off football skills. I roll my eyes, but smile.

I squeeze paste onto my brush and pass it to him; he does the same, covers the lid, and places it back. Then he stands behind me, peering into the mirror with a smirk. It's like a scene straight out of a film or a random internet meme, and that thought makes me smile.

He spits out the paste, fetches his phone, and snaps a mirror selfie of us.

"You're so cute, Juney," he says.

I murmur a soft "thank you" as I rinse off the paste, mirroring his actions.

"I love you, Kyle... I will never hurt you intentionally, and even if I do, it won't be because I want to," I whisper.

"I love you too... I know you'll never hurt me, and I will never hurt you either, baby," he replies.

He gazes deeply into my eyes; I bite my lip to keep the tears at bay. He wraps me in a hug, kissing my hair, my forehead, my nose—and finally my lips. I smile.

"Come on, let's go. We need to get this walk of shame over with," he jokes.

I laugh, throwing my head back. "Okay, let's go."

He entwines our fingers, lifts my hand to his lips, and plants a gentle peck on it.

When we descend the stairs to the kitchen, we hear my parents moving about and chatting.

"Good morning, Mum, Dad," I greet.

They pause upon seeing Kyle. My mum breaks into a face-splitting grin, and my dad rolls his eyes dramatically as my mum sweeps Kyle into a bone-crushing hug. She's always adored him and is overjoyed we're together—even if his mother is a bitch - her words, not mine.

"When did you get here?" she asks.

"I came in last night, but I didn't want to wake you," Kyle explains.

She gives me a suspicious look. Here we go!

"Hmm... So you slept here, huh?" she smirks.

My dad, now absorbed in his paper and coffee, steals glances our way.

"Yes, ma'am," Kyle replies with his best boyish smile, dimples on full display.

My mum nods and returns to the table, joining my dad.

"Come, sit... Let's have breakfast," she says, way too sweetly.

We join them at the table. My mum keeps winking at me and giving me her most mischievous smile, and I just shake my head. Everything's going well until my mum decides to keep the conversation rolling.

"So, what time did you get here, Kyle?" she asks.

"Past 11," he answers.

She raises an eyebrow. "Hmm... Okay... I hope you two used protection, though?" she adds, sipping her coffee with a teasing smile.

My dad spits out his coffee, and I choke on my pancakes. Kyle quickly dashes to my side with a glass of water, still trying to hold in his laughter.

"Mum!" I yell.

"What?" she asks innocently, shrugging as she tries to hide her smile.

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