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drove me to climax yet again, this one harder than all the rest, curving my body into a spasm of ecstasy.  
    "Oh, god, Jeff, yes, don't stop," I moaned, feeling the climax drawing out as he continued to thrust, riding the waves of pleasure.  
    I held him close, feeling him quiver within me, still hard and still pushing deep and pulling out. He kissed me again, kissed me hard and thrust deep.  
    I felt him softening and pushed him to his side, curling against his chest. He kissed the top of my head, lifted my chin to kiss my lips.  
    "I love you, Anna, no matter what," Jeff whispered. "I'll always love you. Only you."
    Something sharp and hot and bone-deep shifted in my soul. "I love you, too, Jeff. You're my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without you."
    In that moment, satisfied in my heart, mind, body, and soul—if only for a fraction of time—I thought I knew what I wanted. If I could have stayed there in that moment forever, I wouldn't have had to make a choice. I nestled close to him, as close as two bodies could be, and wished with all my being to stay there like that forever.  
    Jeff didn't ruin the moment with further words. He only held me, and left the silence full of our words of love. Decisions could wait. Right then, there was only him and me.

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    Daylight came, and with it knowledge of Jeff's body spooned behind me, his palm splayed across my belly and his other arm wedged between us. His morning erection was a hard rod against my ass, but his breathing was slow and deep, soft snores telling me he was still asleep. I'd woken with him like this before. It was one of my favorite things, honestly. Early morning light filtered through the window, the air beyond the blankets wrapped beneath our chins was cold, and the warmth of our naked bodies comforting and familiar.
    I tangled my fingers in Jeff's hand and moved it to cup my breast, then slipped my fingers down to my pussy. I didn't often touch myself, not anymore. Jeff's hand tightened on my breast as I circled my clit, letting moans whisper past my lips as I spread damp heat through myself with slow-moving fingers. When I began to near climax, I lifted my leg, reached behind me to guide Jeff's stiff cock to my moist entrance. With a sigh of pleasure, I drove him into me, moving my hips in slow flutters on his hard shaft.  
    I felt his breathing change, felt his body begin to move in time with mine. His fingers on my breast flattened as he stretched, groaning, thrusting into me as he arched his back.  
    "Goddamn, what a way to wake up," Jeff said, his voice sleep-muzzy.
    I tilted my neck back to kiss his jaw, gyrating my hips into his. He moaned, cupping my face in his broad, callused palm, then ran his hand down my throat, pausing to dip in the hollow between throat and chest. Farther down then, to the expanse of skin above my breasts, down between the gravity-pulled flesh, palm spreading to lift a breast, rolling the nipple with gentle, piercing pressure, then resuming the southward journey across the ivory plain of my belly, up the gentle mound of my pudendum. He thrust slowly as he touched me, making love to me with his hand, his lips pressed against the back of my neck.  
    He rolled with me, pulled me to lie on top of him, back to front, his body pillowing me, his manhood impaling me deep, deep, my knees drawn up between his. His breath huffed in my ear, my name whispered on his lips, and now both his hands roamed my flesh, held my breasts aloft and cupped them and pinched them and paid homage to them, and then his hands curved down my sides to the swelling rise of my hips and to the round muscle of my thighs and inward, to my pussy. He slid into me with a roll of his hips; I lifted my head and craned my neck to watch as he pulled out and pulsed back in, his slick length pistoning into me, his fingers delving into the shallow cup around my clit.
    I fell back onto him with a shrieked sigh, feeling a spear of fire shoot through me.