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To the untrained eye, the adorable hunk in his pyjamas sitting on the stairs outside my kitchen doesn’t look like a sex god from a free erotic sex story. I admit I didn’t see it at first either, but after last night—oh, my God last night—I won’t ever see him the same way again. Just thinking about the things he did to me, as I spy on him from the doorway, make me wet.

I want to run my hands through his hair. I want to feel his hands roaming over my body. I want to feel his lips on mine—both lips, wet with an unquenchable appetite for the unassuming man I call My Love. He looks almost innocent reading the paper and pretending he didn’t have the best romantic sex of his life last night at the party. We both know better.

“Tea?” I approach him and offer my mug. My voice is still hoarse, and the crack in it makes him smile. My vocal cords can only take so much screaming and moaning in one night.

He takes the mug and sips while I sit behind him and wrap my arms around him. Last night’s cologne still lingers on his skin; musk, moss, and oak. My lips kiss his strong shoulders, and I absentmindedly flick my tongue out to catch a taste of salt from last night’s exertions.