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The narrow twin bed let out another soft creak as I shifted, sliding my boxers down my thighs and tossing them aside before fully climbing onto Xavier. I turned around, positioning my back against his chest in that reverse-cowgirl style that let me keep all the control without it feeling too intimate.
The cool night air of my old bedroom chilled my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my spine. The familiar scent of faded laundry and scented candles from downstairs mixed with the heavier, musky heat building between us.
I pressed my hands on his strong thighs, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and slowly lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by inch until he filled me completely. It was just the right kind of stretch, making me release a quiet sigh, despite my best effort to stay quiet.
I was full to the brim, what a satisfying feeling. Ahhh, I could finally think properly!
