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He made his way through my home as if he were familiar with the blueprint. We reached my bedroom in record time. Josiah undressed me with determination. He did the same for himself. I observed as he unclothed, enticing me with his chocolate skin and chiseled frame.

Josiah was no longer a dream.

He was a dream come true.

In an instant, his hands were on me again. There was a burning desire to have him inside of me that wouldn’t allow me to sit still. His kisses began at my forehead.

Muah.

Muah.

Muah.

Muah.

Each breast.

Muah.

Muah.

I squirmed beneath him as he reached my stomach. He lingered. I was expanding by the day.

Muah.

Muah.

Josiah kissed my belly.

Muah.

Muah.

Some more.

Muah.

Muah.

Muah.

And, some more.

My heart ached in the best possible way. But I didn’t shrink. Neither did I shudder. Instead, I mustered the strength to push Josiah onto the bed. He slid upward, placing his back against the pillows.

His gaze was agonizingly beautiful. I lowered my mouth onto him, never losing sight of those remorseful orbs.

Up.

Down.

I felt him tense underneath me.

Up.

Down.

Saliva coated his dick. My mission had been accomplished. I was starved for penetration. An abrupt entry could prove to be painful.

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