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belly, rubbing the juice between her thighs.
    Once he had coated her in the sticky stuff, he used the rough pad of his feline tongue to scrape the sweetness from her with slow and deliberate strokes.
    She wove her fingers into his hair and held on with a light touch as he moved down her body until his lips pressed against her opening and his tongue scraped inside. He was purring madly with his nose pressed to her clit, and she mewled in surrender.
    He bent her knees, widening the spread of her thighs, and pulled her in tight as he licked and purred until she was bucking against him, her thighs flexing in short jerks.
    Misty shrieked in surprise when the nearly painful release rushed through her from her clit outward in an electric wave that burned her nerves.
    She quivered in shock as he moved up her body, slipping inside her with ease. The smug look on his face turned into one of rapt attention as he stroked into her completely, rocking on her and giving her soothing shadow to hide in.
    Sex and shadows, my favourite things.
    Misty took in the lines of his body, the strength and the care he was taking with it. It was as hot as the luxurious thrusts that she was receiving and enjoying with her frazzled senses.
    When he thrust deep and moaned through gritted teeth, she caught him in her arms and pulled him down on top of her.
    She clung to him until his muscles went limp, and she smiled as she stroked the deep, slick groove in his back over and over, ending at the perky curve of his ass before returning to his shoulders.
    He lifted his head and kissed her softly. “You are going to be the death of me.”
    “Is that a complaint?”
    Samuel rubbed noses with her and smiled. “No, I am bragging.”
    She laughed and kissed him quickly. “I think we are stuck together. You didn’t get all the juice.”
    “Back to the pond?”
    She laughed, “Or just stay on top of me for a while. I kinda like it.”
    He smiled. “Next time it is your turn.”
    “Deal.” She looped her arms around him and held on with as much effort as she could. She hugged her mate with complete focus and nodded off with him inside her.
     
    * * * *
     
    The most unmistakable sensation in the world woke Samuel from his sleep. The extra sensation of a warm, slippery tongue wrapped completely around his shaft and tugged slowly all the way down.
    He was lying on his side, and Misty was near his waist, her mouth working on him with hot, wet, slick attention.
    He threaded his fingers through her hair as her mouth enveloped his cock, her tongue wrapped around him from shaft to head, and squeezed and stroked with every motion.
    He shuddered, his balls drawing tight against his body. With a groan, he jetted into her mouth.
    Stunned by the speed, he dropped back to the ground as Misty sat up and licked her lips with a tongue that was far longer than was normal in the girls he had dated.
    She smiled, “Sugar glider. Long tongue. I thought fair was fair.”
    He reached out and pulled her against him, laughing tiredly. He was going to die a very happy and exhausted man, but he hoped that was decades in their future.
     
    * * * *
     
    After Samuel dozed off, Misty returned to the pond and rinsed herself from neck to knees. She hoped that he had room for her to move in at his home. She lived with her family and starting a new household was a pain in the ass.
    Asking him if she could move in seemed remarkably intimate, but she smacked herself when she reminded her inner human that this was her mate. He had agreed to share his life with her the moment that their beasts met.
    She let the sun dry her skin and gathered their clothing, folding it neatly for when they decided to leave this one moment of absolute privacy. Misty finger combed her hair and sat while she braided chunks of hair around her head at random.
    When she felt fingers up her spine, she turned to smile at Samuel. He took her hand and wove her fingers with his.
    “What were you thinking?”
    She gave him a