At last, I was the one in Celia’s arms. She was as thrilling as I knew she would be, as soft as I’d suspected she would feel, and intoxicating with her scent surrounding me.

I stared down at her, my cock in her hands, and just felt her with me. She was ready for me and for a long night of nothing but each other. Of course, she thought I was Keith but that didn’t stop me as I traced the outline of her mouth, eager to suck me dry.

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” The words came from somewhere deep inside of me, a place I didn’t often...