Chapter 3 Orion, My Beloved

Starting the twenty-first birthday celebration at midnight left me exhausted by the time mom brought me home, early in the morning. I think both of us were hoping Angelica would already be there waiting for us.

But she wasn't.

"Don't worry about her," Mom said, masking her nervousness with a warm smile that didn't reach her light green eyes. "She'll come back when she's ready. I know she will."

I nodded, returning her weak smile, and went up to my old room. Angelica and I still had bedrooms at our parent's house, even though we also had an apartment we shared closer to the company we own together downtown. It was moments like this one that I was grateful mom always kept an inviting space for me to return to: despite the worry and sadness I felt towards my twin, I was able to sink straight into sleep.

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"Happy birthday, babygirl," a familiar voice says softly, close to my face, gently drawing me out of my dreams.

Orion!

My eyes open with a smile already on my face.

"Beloved!" I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the bed with me. He pulls me close and holds me tightly in his arms before attacking my face all over with light kisses.

Muah! Muah! Muah!

"Orion!" I giggle. But then his mouth is on mine, his hot, sweet mouth, and I forget everything else around us. His hands start to roam and I feel him groan into my mouth when he realizes there's nothing underneath the baggy t-shirt I threw on to sleep in.

One hand heads to my breast, where he pinches my nipple-I arch my back in response. Damn! That little shock of pleasure gets me every single time. He knows just where to touch me...

His other hand heads between my legs, where he slides his middle finger along my slick entrance. He groans again as he pushes his finger inside me, and soon I'm moaning.

"Shhh, baby," Orion whispers after breaking our kiss. "You don't want to get caught here, do you?"

I bite my lower lip and shake my head, 'no.' He slowly pushes a second finger inside me...

Orion is the only man I've ever been with. He is my first and only love. He took my virginity, and I took his, the summer after we graduated high school. We know each other's bodies intimately, inside and out.

So, I know he must be painfully hard by now.

I grab him by the shoulders, and he lets me toss him underneath me-otherwise, there would be no way I could budge his 6'4" built frame. He thinks it's cute when I try to, though. His blue eyes sparkle while he watches me, excited to see what I'll do.

Once he's under me, I undo his jeans and slide them off, then his boxers. He understands the assignment and rips his shirt off. Sure enough, his huge dick is rock hard and glistening with precum. My mouth waters-I love how he tastes!

I can't help it. I lick my open lips and bend over to take him in my mouth, and the next moment, he's the one biting his lip to keep his moans in check.

He doesn't let me suck him for long. Orion pulls my shirt over my head and grabs my waist to lift me over his cock, all so I can slowly slide down on him. Inch by agonizingly delicious inch. And it feels fucking amazing!

It's been over a week since we've slept together, and I absolutely love it when our bodies join back together like this. Like two pieces finally becoming whole again. He just feels so RIGHT when he's inside me, like he belongs there.

We lock lips while I ride him, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Who knew trying to stay so silent was such a turn-on? But just when I feel that glorious orgasm about to burst within me, I break away so I can whisper in his ear, "I'm gonna cum! Please cum with me..."

Orion groans and grips my hips, then slams his cock deep inside me one, two, three times before I feel his hot cum at the same time as my orgasm takes over. I grab a fistful of my sheets and cover my mouth since it's impossible to stop the sounds I'm making. At the peak, I'm pretty sure I shove a fistful of sheet inside my mouth to bite down on.

Orion buries his face in my hair and grabs my butt, gently rocking my hips so I can ride out my orgasm. He calls them my "aftershocks."

"I love you," I say to him, kissing his cheek, "I love you so much."

"Mmm," he growls into my messy hair, then kisses my temple. "I love you, too, babygirl."

He pulls me tightly into his arms. "Happy birthday, Jezzie."