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  Both his hands skim up the back of my thighs, lifting my other knee next to his ear as he answers eagerly, “Okay!” Straddling his head with my ass facing him, I inch forward on my hands until I’m in the sixty-nine position. I had a general idea of this before, but the meetings set up by the ladies on the ship have been extremely educational. I’ve learned so much.

  Not just sexual positions, either. I’ve learned how to really talk to another person, asking questions and phrasing things appropriately to make sense. They never laugh at me when I drift off or get quiet, instead asking me questions to help the ideas come together. We talk about everything, but inevitably, sex come up a lot.

  Atticus’s growl behind me is right before he grips the underwear covering my crotch and rips it to the side. His fingers tremble slightly as they part my fold above him. “Oh, Ashlyn. This is the most perfect view of you.”

  His talented thumbs rotate around me, spreading my juices before centering in on my clit. Moaning loudly, I admonish him, “Don’t tease. A little harder there, but don’t make me come yet. I want you to tell me how this feels.”

  Lifting a hand from by his hip, I grasp the base of his cock that’s bouncing inches from my face. As I tilt it toward me, I watch the drip oozing from the tip and meet it with my tongue before swirling it slowly around the head.

  One of his hands grips my upper hip tightly before a guttural moan escapes him as I lower him further into my mouth. Enjoying the hard texture under my lips, I notice how it’s a direct contradiction to the silky skin I feel. His precum is delicious, just like the other ladies told me it would be. They couldn’t agree on a taste, but they all loved it.

  Moaning, I suck on him like a lollipop, taking his cock into my mouth a little deeper. I can feel my taste buds rubbing across his skin as I flick my tongue up, over and over, encouraging his body to share more of his flavor. I think he tastes like mocha coffee.

  His hand gripping my thigh is almost painful before he gasps loudly behind me. Tensing his body, his thumb freezes on my clit before he presses a finger inside me. Finger-fucking me in rhythm with my sucking, an intense pleasure spreads out from where he’s penetrated me as he rubs against my channel’s walls.

  Moaning, I suck harder, which just makes him groan louder as he grows harder in my hand. The hair around his cock was already waving at me and dancing around my hand gripping his base, but now it goes wild. Feeling how hot and swollen he is, I slow my teasing with my mouth. He feels like wood with how hard he is, and now I understand all the Earth euphemisms about having a woody.

  Atticus’s body is vibrating under me, and his hair is everywhere around us. With a sound close to a whimper, he jerks his fingers out of me to grip both my thighs with each hand. Burying his face between my legs, he pushes himself deeper into my throat, and all I can do is relax my jaw as his lips latch onto my clit and he sucks hard.

  I feel my throat flex around him as my orgasm crashes over me. Swallowing, part choking, and definitely shivering, pleasure tears through my body. Sucking and flicking his tongue over and over, my hips buck back against him as he presses back, shooting his cum down my throat. We’re locked into a cycle where every flick of my clit makes me swallow as he laps over and over.

  Atticus stops first, tugging me gently, but I just collapse on top of him, still sucking the tip as the last of his delicious flavor is released. His large hands knead my butt as his rough, breathless voice washes over my senses. “I’m always so hard when I see you. And like this… you’re so wet and pink and smell so good…”

  “Always,” I whisper, pulling his softening cock from my mouth before giving it one last lick. My interior muscles twitch as he pulls his fingers completely away from me. I can hear him licking them off as I pull myself up, wondering if I’ll be able to balance on the heels that I can barely walk in.

  His strong arms lift me off him to help me turn and drop down onto his chest. “I’ll get up in a minute… maybe.” I’m still breathless as I feel our racing hearts settle into a rhythm together.

  Shrugging, he squeezes me to him, rubbing my skin lightly on my shoulder. “No rush. I wish we could stay like this forever.” Reaching up to the handheld device next to the bed, he looks briefly at the small screen. “Anything I should know about?”

  Kissing his chest lightly, I barely open my eyes. “You’re bigger, but we knew that.”

  A hum floats through him beneath me as I feel my breathing even out. A jolting sensation shoots through me, and it takes a moment before I realize it wasn’t physical—it was emotional—from Atticus. Lifting my head quickly, I look at him frozen in place as I rest my chin lightly on his chest. “What’s wrong?”

  His eyes are staring above me, and I swivel on the bed to glance over my shoulder. We shut the the door and it’s locked, right? What’s going on?

  It’s the handheld medical device in his hand behind me that catches my eye. I’m familiar with the colors and highlights over the outline it produces after watching it work multiple times per day. The last week has produced a new and welcome anomaly, and I’m shocked as I realize it’s now showing on the screen—for me.

  I’m… ovulating. “H… how?” My stammering shock is cut off as Atticus sits up, swinging me in his arms as he stands and twirls in a circle. I don’t even have the energy to wrap my legs around him. Between the orgasm and shock, I’m limp as my brain begins to realize what this means.

  Me. Ashlyn When… is normal. I’m normal.

  My body’s healed around the reproductive system. It looks the same as many of the other woman’s I’ve reviewed over the last few weeks. Standard and ready for motherhood.

  It’s strange, because I don’t really feel any different. The happiness I feel isn’t just mine either.

  As we clamp our arms around each other, my emotions overwhelm me as tears of joy begin to escape my eyes. Atticus doesn’t do anything but murmur over and over, “I love you so much, Ashlyn. So much. I love you so, so much…”

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