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Night kissed me as he entered me. I sighed, nuzzling his chest as he made slow, sleepy love to me. My eyes drifted closed as I traced the tattoos on his shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” I whispered. “I can’t believe I get to wake up to this every morning.”

His answering chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Imagine how lucky I feel,” he said, turning and covering me partially with his body as he caught my mouth with his. His kisses were deep and tender, just like his even strokes.

I ran my hands down his back, his hard muscles shifting under my palms. I moved my leg a bit more, and he shifted, rolling fully on top of me. I reveled in the weight of him pushing me into the mattress. His thrusts grew less lazy and more intentional. Each one brought me closer and closer to release, dispersing electric bliss from my core and throughout my body.

I gripped his waist, gasping with each deep stroke of his cock. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered at the delicious tingling. I licked