It was the start of another summer. My favourite time of year. Gem’s baby was coming up to three months old, Elle was still crushing on her practice teacher, and I’d been seeing Jamie for just over four months. Over that time, he had slipped his way through my body, securing his place there until he was holding on deep and strong. He had merged and mingled with the best parts of me, reacting instinctively to them. I only needed to offer a glance and he knew what I was thinking. He only needed to smile and I knew what was being conveyed by the curl of his lips. He quickly became my life. My world. My reason. Being together was as easy as taking a steady breath on a sigh or daydreaming lazily in the summer sun. We were meant to be. Destined. Mapped out. It was as simple as that.

The warm weather had made it easy to decide that I liked summer Jamie even more. Summer Jamie consisted of cargo shorts and polo tops, a huge array of sunglasses, and even more tanned skin on full display. He continued to be sweary, an immense chatterer, utterly selfless and a beautiful presence in my life. He was unprecious about anything to do with himself. There wasn’t a hint of vanity in him. He would pass a mirror without a glance, which astounded me because he was carved out of hotness and moulded from too good to be true.

He would often pretend he was too tired to drive home or that my place was closer to his morning meeting just so we could spend as much time together as possible between jobs, life and other distractions.

I’d passed my placement with flying colours because I excelled at social work, not because I sucked his cock like a rock star.

A number of us were asked to meet with the service manager, who not only congratulated every student on passing our placements, but also offered us interviews to join various teams around Nottingham when we officially qualified.

I was both happy and sad when I was offered a position in the team alongside Elle, who was ecstatic because it meant she got to continue her mega crush on Luke Simms, her practice tutor.

I missed sitting at the end of Jamie’s desk, taking in his knowledge, inhaling his kindness and grasping at the man I was falling in love with, but I quickly got over the disappointment when I remembered that we would still be sharing a bed most nights.

We would meet at our bench for lunch whenever we could. His team quickly realised we were a couple, many of them admitting they had suspicions long before we’d confirmed it.

Everything was striding forwards into a happy ever after that I’d stumbled upon but now wanted more than anything. We were good. It felt good. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and that’s how I found myself perched on the edge of a console table—cold, highly aroused and eagerly awaiting my love to knock on the door.

When the knock came, I opened the door completely stark titting naked apart from a pair of orange green and yellow stripy socks that came just under my knee. He had left them the previous weekend, and as I’d gripped them to my chest when I fell asleep, my deviously satisfying plan had popped into place.

‘Dawson.’

‘Fuck.’

‘Shut the door unless you want to give my neighbours a show.’ My hands were on my hips in full sex kitten stance.

‘You never fail to amaze me.’ He pushed himself towards me, backing me into the console table, knocking the lamp off in the process. ‘Fucking leave it,’ he ordered as I gasped and looked over to where it had rolled across the floor. He picked me up and sat me where the lamp had been. ‘Do you know what you do to me? Feel me.’ He pulled my hand to his groin and I felt the hard ridge. ‘Wrap your legs around me. I want to take you to the bedroom. I don’t want to rush.’

‘Dawson, I’ve just opened the door to you in nothing but your socks. Tonight is all for you, sunshine.’ I rethought my plan to please him and considered how amazing it would be to feel him push into me. ‘I want to feel you go hard in my mouth.’

‘Too late for that, beautiful.’

‘Sit on the sofa. I’m going to blow your mind. Or your cock,’ I winked, kicking my leg playfully behind me and laughing as he dive-bombed onto the sofa.

I knelt down in front of him and pushed his legs further apart. He licked his lips and urged me on. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his fly, pleased to find he was naked underneath. I raised my eyebrow. ‘Someone had high expectations tonight.’

‘Let me see that mouth of yours around my cock.’

He was so ready. His cock was perfect, long, thick and curved to fit me exactly, pressing everything amazing and then some. He moaned quietly as I gripped it in my hand and started rubbing it, rotating my hand in the way I knew he loved. He was looking at me so intimately that I knew he had never looked at another woman in that way before. It was a mixture of adoration and mystique as to how I could be there in front of him, loving him, falling for him and giving him the best blow job of his life.

‘Is this how you like it?’ I said playfully, licking my tongue across the tip.

‘Fuck, yes,’ he moaned. I worked my mouth down to meet the motion of my hand and met his eyes. He stared in wonderment and ecstasy, and I couldn’t help but remove his cock from my mouth, move my hands up his body and kiss him hungrily on his mouth. ‘You turn me on so much,’ he gasped into my ear. I returned my mouth, taking him in fully and moaning as I did.

Fuck, he was sexy.

The dark light of the room accentuated his cheekbones and made the shadow of his stubble even darker. I mixed my mouth with my hands, stroking him and licking his tip, fucking him with my mouth, moving my tongue around, keeping him wet and desperate.

‘Don’t stop, beautiful. I’m going to come.’

He had his hands in my hair, pushing it to the side so he could get a better view. I felt his balls pulse and his breathing get faster. I knew it wouldn’t take him long.

I ran my hand up and down. Faster, twisting, gripping and aiming it towards my body.

‘Come on me. Make me yours.’

‘I’m already yours.’

His hot come spurted across my stomach. We both moaned and dropped our eyes to watch it drip down in perfect white rivulets. He took my hand and circled our fingers across it, spreading his love across my stomach and down onto my pussy with a look of sexy smugness across his face. So proud of himself.

We crashed our foreheads together, not caring about the mess below us. I melted into him as his hot, wet fingers stroked the skin at the bottom of my spine.

‘I love you,’ he murmured, our heads still resting together.

I gasped at the words and the motion as he pulled my legs around his waist. He held them tight and pushed himself to the end of the sofa before standing up. I could feel his lips curl into a smile on my cheek. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.

‘I love you too; you know that. I don’t need to say the words. They’re not enough.’

He walked us to the bathroom where he sat me down on the sink unit. He stepped into the shower and turned it on, checking the water with his hand until it was the perfect temperature. I loved it when he washed me. His face was a mixture of pure adoration and unabashed arousal. He would spend time soaping a lather of bubbles across my shoulders, tracing the bones he said he loved the most—my collarbone, the bumps on my wrists, the arch of my hipbones and the curve of my ankle. He would then turn his attention to my sensitive spots, which often led to another round of lovemaking against the glass, or a simple stroke of his fingers with him standing behind me until I bowed back into him on the force of my orgasm.

After dressing, I dropped myself down on the bed to check my messages, I felt him come down to me, still naked and damp from the shower. He lifted my top carefully and reached his splayed fingers up from my hips to my sides, kissing the bare skin of my back until he was pushing the tips of his fingers into the under curve of my boobs. Every part of my skin craved his touch.

‘Do you know what I like to see the most when we’re making love to each other?’ I asked as he kissed my neck perfectly. ‘You get this small smile on your lips, only noticeable to me because I know it so well. Sometimes it’s a look of awe and adoration, like you can’t quite believe that you’ve found me and we belong to each other.’

‘Sometimes I can’t.’

‘When I see that smile, I swear it cures all the doubts. It instantly makes me believe that you love me for who I am, my bones and the skin that surrounds them. You make me feel confident about us. I’d never felt that before you came along.’

He pulled my leggings down to under the curve of my arse and pressed his thumbs into the skin, kissing and biting until I couldn’t stop the heady laughter and gasps of pain and pleasure all swirling together wonderfully.

We lay wrapped in each other on the bed after another orgasm, my leggings still resting under my bum and Jamie still naked. My pillow smelled of him. When he wasn’t there, he was still with me because he lingered around my home like it was where he should be, leaving his shadow circling around me.

‘I wanted to ask you something,’ he said on a light sigh, both of us too tired to move. ‘I had a call from my mum today. She wants me to go over for the weekend. Do you want to come with me?’

‘That’s fucking big, Dawson.’

‘Doesn’t have to be.’

‘It so does!’ I laughed as I sat up. ‘We’re taking the next step into normalness, a leap into domestication, a sprint into joint Christmas cards.’

‘You’re so fascinating, Abi Sinclair.’

‘You always say that.’

‘It’s true. You know, if you find fascinating, your search for love and companionship is officially over, which is why I want you to meet my mum.’

Sweet fucking swoonsville. He created bloody amazing feels.