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Erena pushed herself up onto her elbows so she was lying on her stomach. Matt's eyes fluttered—he was waking up. Good. She wanted to give him a gift this morning—something to soothe that giant boner she'd felt pressed into her back while they'd slept.
Her bedroom held their entwined scents and a feeling of contented belonging. Her flannel sheets were warm from their bodies.
Scooting her way down the bed, she took his cock in her fist. The skin was so smooth, but the organ itself so hard. She lowered her head and pulled the tip into her mouth. Matt's eyes opened and locked on hers as she flattened her tongue and cupped the head. He bucked gently into her mouth and she hummed in approval.
Her thighs were getting wet. They'd slept naked after making love last night, so it was easy for her to reach down and touch herself while she bobbed her head on his cock.
"Holy fuck, Erena," he whispered. "It feels so good. You feel so good."
She worked over him, sliding her fingers up and down his shaft where her mouth couldn't reach, feeling his balls drawing up as he grew closer to his orgasm.
"Stop a second," he said, voice raspy. "Come here."
She pulled off of him. "I am here."
"No, bring that pretty pussy up to my mouth."
Grinning, she did as he asked, throwing a leg over his stomach and baring herself to his gaze. He gripped her thighs and yanked her closer to his face and she felt his breath hot on her sex. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of his cock. He did the same thing, touching his tongue to her clit. She did it again, and felt him reciprocate. They traded licks until she became lost in the sensations and movements, their bodies rocking together in a rhythm they'd established over the past few days that seemed older than their souls, older than time. He pressed a finger inside of her, moving it along with his tongue, and she came, her mouth full of his cock. A second later, he came, too, and she swallowed down his orgasm like an offering.
Her limbs were liquid, she could barely move, but he helped rearrange her so that her head was once again cradled against his chest and shoulder.
"I wish you'd stayed at the Ring of Fire," she murmured. "We would have met sooner, then you wouldn't have left."
"Do you think we would've known just as surely then as we do now that we were mates?"
"Yeah," she said, snuggling into him, throwing a leg over his as if to keep him here. There was no danger of him going anywhere, though; he was hers, always. "None of that other bad stuff would've happened—I wouldn't have fallen for Jake, and I wouldn't have left the RCC."
His voice was a low rumble in her ear. "Do you still regret it, the things that happened?"
"I haven't cried about it in a while, if that's what you mean. I'm glad to be where I am now, with you."
"Awww." He touched her cheek, resting his hand there. "I hate it that you were so hurt you cried. I bet you hated it even more."
She gave a rueful laugh. "I did. I'd only cry in the shower so no one would notice."
He pressed his hand tighter against her cheek, and she watched his ab muscles contract and relax.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Just want to punch him for hurting you," he said. "I'll get over it."
She picked her head up to look at him again. "I don't just mean now—last night, too. You seemed strange when we came back here. But you seem better now. Things are all right?"
His gaze was the same steady, beautiful blue-green as always, but she sensed something was just slightly off. Still, he said, "Everything is great," and she snuggled back into his embrace.