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didn’t care how many girls I’d been with or if I’d had sex with half the women in Colorado, she wanted me regardless. What she didn’t know was that I was as inexperienced as her. Not when it came to kissing, that I’d done plenty of, but when it came to sex I didn’t have the first clue what I was doing.
     
    Now before you go thinking that I’m a sick fuck for defiling a minor, Harleigh and I didn’t sleep together then, and that wasn’t for lack of trying on her part. But I stayed strong, no matter how hard she made it for me to keep my hands to myself.
     
    Or I should say, how hard she made me because Jesus fucking Christ did Harleigh make me hard. My cock was in a constant state of arousal around her. I was a 24/7 walking boner factory, and I loved every second of it.
     
    My girlfriend was naturally sexy, but my wife is insanely fucking hot. When we were young, every time Harleigh touched me, it was as if my skin burned and my body came alive. Sure, I’d had hard-on’s before; I jerked off as much as any other teenage boy, but nothing made me as hard as the brush of Harleigh’s soft hands across my stomach. The anticipation alone was enough to nearly have me coming in my pants, and not much has changed since.
     
    Breathing in her scent, I go slowly, not wanting to scare her with my need to possess her. Harleigh has just shared something that should have me wanting to tear her room apart, destroy everything in sight with the raw fury at the knowledge some sick motherfucker hurt her. But instead, I want nothing more than to comfort her; to hold her close and show her the best way I know how much I love her.
     
    “Lyric,” Harleigh murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper.
     
    “Yeah, baby?” I ask, reluctantly pulling my mouth from hers.
     
    “I don’t think…”
     
    “Don’t think, Harleigh,” I say, coaxing her to lie back on the bed. “Just feel. I’m not going to fuck you, baby. All I want is to taste you. I want to make you come so hard you forget everything but what’s going on between your legs while I eat your pussy.”
     
    Haleigh’s head thumps against the mattress as she lets out a heavy sigh signaling her defeat. I didn’t expect any less. My woman has never been able to resist my mouth on her, and it’s good to see some things never change.
     
    Things move quickly after that. I’d like to say I took the time to imprint myself on my wife, that I savored, caressed, and cherished every inch of skin between her perfect mouth and soaking wet pussy, but that would be a fucking lie. I didn’t. I dove right in and tore her panties off, burying myself between her creamy thighs.
     
    Lapping at Harleigh’s cunt, I roughly shove my hands underneath her and cup the firm globes of her ass. She tastes like peaches and cream on my tongue, the sweet smell of her pussy juices, the wetness already coating the plump lips of her sex has me ravenous to see if she’ll taste even better when she comes all over my face.
     
    “Oh God,” she moans as I suck her clit into my mouth.
     
    “Not God, baby, just the man who loves you,” my voice rumbles as I lick her relentlessly from front to back.
     
    Harleigh’s hands spear into my hair, tugging me closer. If I could, I would bury myself inside her and never leave. The heaven of her tight, wet, made for me pussy is all I need. I could live off Harleigh’s orgasms alone. That thought alone makes me exponentially harder. My cock is aching to slam inside of her, to see if my memories of fucking her are as good as the real thing. I doubt it; they never are.
     
    Releasing her clit, I flick my tongue over the stiff bud and work two thick fingers into her core. Instantly, her inner muscles clamp down on them with a vice-like grip, her pussy spasms rhythmically while my fingers set a steady pace. In, out, in, out, stroking the almost hidden bundle of nerves I know will set off her orgasm in record time.
     
    Right on cue, Harleigh