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wall as I push my body against hers then capture her mouth to mine. Her lips are unbelievably soft and taste like cherries. She loves her cherry Chapstick and every time I kiss her, that’s exactly how she tastes. It’s intoxicating. I start to kiss down her jaw and lightly bite her ear lobe.
    “Please tell me you’re done with her because I don’t think I can wait another minute.”
    She releases a little moan and barely replies, “L—let me make sure she’s settled and I’ll be right back.”
    I plant another deep kiss to her lips then release her from my body. Breathlessly, she slips away and down the hall. I rest my forehead against the wall in an attempt to calm myself down before I shrug over to my iPod and scroll through the playlists. I come across the one I played the first time we had sex. I laugh at the memory. Some random internet site gave a list of what they said were the perfect lovemaking songs and I took their advice, creating the playlist. Every single song is completely opposite from the type of music I listen to, but Presley later told me that she loved the songs, so I’m ready to use them to my advantage again.
    As soon as Sade’s smooth lyrics leave the speakers, my bedroom door flies open and then closes. Standing in front of me is the love of my life and she is staring at me through lust-filled eyes. In two steps, I cross the room and pick her up in my arms, craving the feel of her body against mine. Instinctively, she wraps her small, tight legs around my waist and our lips meet. I start to kiss her deeply, tasting her tongue with mine as we express every ounce of love we have for one another. I can’t believe how much this woman means to me. She is the very breath in my body and without her love I would suffocate.
    I slowly walk us over to our bed and lie down on the soft mattress. Presley doesn’t detach her legs from my body until I am lying completely on top of her. I’m dying to feel her skin.
    I begin to run my hand underneath her shirt and onto the soft skin of her stomach. I can feel the healed bumps of the razor blade scars as my fingers make their way higher. She sits up slightly, removing her t-shirt in the process, and I follow her lead, grabbing a hold of mine behind my neck and yanking it off. God, she is so beautiful and perfect, every inch of her.
    Sitting up on my knees, I undo the button of her jeans and slowly pull them over her hips and down her legs. She’s lying in front of me with her black lace bra and panties as my dick is swelling, ready to explode.
    We’ve done this many times since the first and every single time is always this intense. The electricity between us sends a current ripping through my body. There is nothing like what we have and I could never compare it to another person again. Presley and I are perfect. The love we have between us is perfect. There is nothing that will break it apart.
    I stand, pulling my jeans down and then pick up her foot. From the tip of her toe I start to plant sensual kisses, making my way up her legs, tasting every inch of her skin. Goosebumps are forming on her legs, but it’s not from the temperature, it’s because she is getting wet with every brush of my lips and each lick of my tongue against her soft skin.
    I reach her panties then hook my fingers inside the fabric, tugging them down her legs. Presley’s chest is heaving up and down from anticipation, she knows what’s about to happen and craves it as much as I do.
    Tossing her panties to the floor, I bend down and resume kissing her legs, making my way to the apex of her thighs. The moment my tongue touches her delicate skin, she releases a moan of pure desire and I can feel her trembling against me. As I rub circles on her with my tongue, my hand begins to creep up to her breasts before I tug them out of her bra. Her nipples are hard pebbles under my fingers.
    I rub one between the pads of my index finger and thumb, giving it a light tug, making it even harder