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For once, you and Sabrina didn’t have sex on her couch while you were at her place. Of course, that didn’t occur to you until much later.

Once you were back at her apartment, as soon as she kicked off her heels at the front door you scooped her up into your arms. She laughed and kissed you.

“I love holding you in my arms,” you told her.

“I love being held,” she told you and rested her head on your shoulder. “God, you make me feel safe.”

You carried her into her room and set her down slowly on her bed. She went to start wiggling out of her dress, but you stopped her with a hand. “Hold on,” you told her. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, I want to enjoy unwrapping you.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “Am I your present?”

“Absolutely,” you said, and leaned down over her to start kissing again. She began undoing the buttons on your shirt while you rubbed your hands up and down the outside of her thighs. Sabrina was laying on her back near the end of her bed, her heels propped on the bottom corner as you leaned down between her legs. Once she had your shirt completely open she ran her fingers across your torso, humming happily into your lips.

You broke away from her, kissing down to her neck and lavishing some attention on her erogenous spot there until she was squirming happily under you, and then you kissed lower. Down her collarbone, to her chest. She’d been teasing you passively all night with the way her dress scooped low between her little tits, and you kissed and licked your way in little circles around that bare area between her breasts until you were nuzzling the fabric of her dress aside.

“Mmmm, John baby,” Sabrina moaned softly. She was running one hand through your hair and the other through her own. “That feels good.”

You slowly, carefully, took one of the sides of her dress and lifted it over her nipple, baring it as you moved the fabric aside. It was hard and flushed from her arousal and you softly kissed it, then tongued it, then sucked it. Sabrina was breathing deeply, trying not to get distracted and enjoy the moment.

“I love your nipples,” you whispered to her. “And you cute little areolas. And your perfect little tits. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Sabrina.”

She cooed a little and sighed happily as you gave the other side of her chest the same treatment, softly revealing her tit and loving on it. Then you started to move lower, but you didn’t take off her dress. Instead, you kissed down the silky, shimmery fabric. Her torso looked sexy as hell with the fabric laying across it, thin enough that it outlined every curve and dimple. You pressed your cheek to her stomach, right near her belly button, and breathed with her for a long moment to get in sync with her as you could, then moved on.

Slowly, you raised the skirt of her dress up her thighs until you revealed her pussy. It was pink and glistening, and you could tell she was absolutely turned on by this as much as she was when the two of you were rough and demanding. You gave her thigh a soft kiss, then looked up her body to meet her gaze. “I love you, Sabrina. I need you to know I mean that.”

“I know,” she said, sitting up so she could cup your face with her hands. “I love you too. And I know you love Gemma the same way.”

“This isn’t-”

“John, stop,” she said and kissed you softly. “I’m not trying to derail this. I just- You need to say that to her. You need to tell her you love her, like for real. Not your ‘love you for now’ bullshit.”

“She knows,” you said.

“She knows because you’ve talked about it, or she knows because you both have these feelings?” she asked you.

You couldn’t answer her. Everything with Gemma was jumbled up.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking at the expression on your face. “I just don’t want you to get hurt if you hide from it.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you kissed her. Once you pulled away, you sighed. “You know, you’re making it pretty hard to make love to you,” you said. “Now are you going to let me have my dessert and eat at least three orgasms out of you, or what?”

“Yes please, baby,” she smiled softly.

You lowered her onto her back and leaned low between her legs. Now wasn’t the time to think about Gemma, and to distract yourself you brought your lips to Sabrina’s wonderful pussy and began a long, slow game of teasing.

Over the next half hour, you edged Sabrina hard. Not in the sense that usually took, demanding that she hold her orgasm or using little bits of pain and pleasure together the way she liked. Instead you were entirely sweet, and entirely giving. You just rode the waves of her pleasure and never tipped her over the edge.

Until she begged, at least.

“Please, baby,” she gasped. Her ankles were drumming softly on your back, her legs thrown over your shoulders as her fingers wreathed in your hair, trying to hold you in place between her legs. “Please, let me come. I want to come for you.”

“Tell me you love me,” you said.

“I do. I love you so much, John. You’re the best. The best lover. The best partner. The best boyfriend.”

You tapped her clit with her tongue and wiggled the fingers that were in her pussy, brushing against her G spot, and she came with a massive exhalation of breath. She leaked juices but didn’t squirt, and you happily licked at her around your fingers as she oozed.

Then you pushed right back to that edge, and as she came a second time she moaned, “I loooove you.” She was wordless the third time, just panting and groaning as she came even harder. You had three fingers inside her at that point, and two from your other hand one knuckle deep in her bum.

As she came down from the orgasm she sat up, pulling your face to hers so she could kiss you again.

“Get your fingers out of me, please. It’s my turn to worship you, baby,” she said between kisses. “I’m going to make love to that magnificent cock.”

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