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"Whoa… hold on," I say, carefully pushing her shoulder back.
If this is the last time I get to touch her, I want to be inside of her, bringing her to orgasm when I come.
She pulls back, and her eyes dart up to mine like she did something wrong.
"I'm sorry, did you not like—"
"Jesus… no. Your mouth is fucking amazing, but that's not what I want."
She seems surprised and I don't blame her.
If we had a lifetime together, I wouldn't stop her… but we don't.
I only get this one moment, and then tomorrow, she'll find out I lied.
"What do you want?" she asks.
"The same thing I always want… you."
I watch as her eyes dilate.
She was turned on before, but now I'm sure that for the brief time we have together, Penelope Roberts belongs to me and I belong to her.
"Then take me," she says.
My lips drop to hers, and I hook my hands under her bare ass, lifting her off the bed. I pull her against me and revel in the feeling of her wetness between her thighs against my stomach. Knowing that I get her soaking without touching her makes me painfully hard.
I drop us onto the memory foam, making sure that I don't hurt her as I come down on top. I'm already settled between her thighs as we lay horizontally on the bed. Reaching down to adjust myself, my length presses firmly against her dripping wet center.
She feels so goddamn good that I have to stop myself from pushing in bare like we've done every time before.
"Don't stop, please," she begs.
And fuck me if the sound of Penelope begging isn't the best thing I've ever heard in my life.
"I won't stop until your legs are so tired from coming that you have to call in sick tomorrow."
She takes a shallow breath and stares up at me, her eyes glazed over with need.
"Now, Slade, I need it now," she says, reaching between us and gripping my cock.
I reach back and grab the condom off the nightstand, ripping the wrapper with my teeth, and pull the condom from the package.
I slide the condom on quickly, double-checking before I line up against her again.
The moment I push into her, my eyelids clamp shut to keep myself under control, and I see stars. Not even a condom can stop the sensation of entering her heat and tight channel that wraps around me like we were made to fit together.
A whimper breaks through her lips as I push further into her. I bury myself inside, inch by inch deeper. She grips around my shoulders to hold on, her sharp nails digging into my back.
I hope to God she marks me. I want her fingernail scratches like a tattoo forever on my skin— never letting me forget she was there.
I want the evidence that this wasn't a dream when tomorrow comes, and she no longer belongs to me.
I bend down and kiss her, inhaling all her sounds.
My lips travel down her neck and over her chest until I reach her breasts.
I've been waiting too long to taste her and won't wait another second. I suck her nipple into my mouth and she arches her back in response with a desperate moan and slides her hands into my hair to pull me tighter against her. I love the way she responds to me and shows me how much she wants it. So, I reward her with more.
