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She wiped her fingers dry on her thigh and then spread herself open for him.

He stroked her clit with a quick flick that made her jump.

“I’m going to rub your clit until I come.” He dipped down, gathering up wetness from around his cock and sliding it up to her clit. “You may come… You should come as many times as you want.”

Her smile at his self-correction from giving permission to come to suggesting she come, was short lived. His finger made a soft circle around her clit. Then he started moving again, cock rocking in and out in time with his finger movement. His breathing was unsteady and loud in her ear.

Hearing him slowly lose control, feeling it in the uneven pace of his thrusts, was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.

“One hand down,” he growled.

She wasn’t sure what he meant until he bent her forward, her body weight on his forearm until she slapped down the hand that had been in his hair to brace herself, her elbow locked.

He continued to circle her clit as she held her pussy lips spread for him, their arms tucked together against her lower abdomen and hip so they could both reach her pussy.

He surged into her, the head of his cock rubbing her G-spot at the same time that his finger made the perfect tight circle over her clit.

Colette screamed through her teeth as the orgasm gripped her, almost every muscle in her body clenching. This wasn’t a wave. It was an unraveling, unmaking who she’d been before he loved her and she loved him, to remake her into who she would be.

She went limp, and started to ease herself down, planning to rest her head and shoulders on the floor, but he hauled her upright against his chest, his hand tight on her throat, tight enough that she felt her pulse pushing against his fingers.

He’d briefly stopped thrusting, instead holding himself still deep inside her as she came, but now he started again. And with the thrusting, he went back to teasing her clit.

Colette tensed, shocks of sensation flooding through her. She tried to shove his hand away, but he bit her earlobe.

“No,” he scolded softly. “Keep yourself spread for me.”

“Landon, please…”

“Say stop and I will.”

Colette opened and closed her mouth, then made a frustrated noise, because she didn’t want him to stop. Even as her body trembled in aftershocks.

She felt him smile. “You think I don’t know that you’re sensitive?” His cock didn’t stop its seemingly ceaseless thrusting in and out of her channel that still fluttered with residual pressure. “I know. And I’ll be gentle.”

Colette was still gripping his wrist in her attempt to stop him from playing with her clit. His hand covered her pussy, two fingers tucked between her labia.

Slowly, she released him, sliding her hand under his and spreading herself once more.

“What a good girl you are to let me play with your pretty clit.”

Each word out of his mouth was like a tongue sliding over her most sensitive places. She realized now how comparatively quiet he’d been during their first scene. They hadn’t trusted each other, not enough for this.

“Keep talking,” she pleaded, then whimpered as he stroked her clit. It felt like he touched her exposed nerves, the sensation was so acute.

“You like some dirty talk?”

“Yes. I want to do it too, but—” She stopped speaking to gasp as he pressed hard on her clit at the same time he thrust deep. “—I don’t know how.”

“We’ll have lots of vanilla sex like this and practice.”

Her laugh was breathless, and she felt his lips curve against her shoulder as he smiled. Then his breathing changed, and his teeth closed down, not exactly biting, but holding her, his tongue flicking over captured flesh in a frantic rhythm that matched the way he pounded his cock up into her.

And the way he flicked and stroked her clit. It was almost painful, and delicious because of that. She could stop him, if she wanted. A word was all it would take.

But she wanted this sweet agony. It was a pleasure all its own, so much more complicated than the little death of orgasm.

Landon bent her over, this time forcing her head and shoulders to the floor. She kept her hand between her thighs, kept herself spread for him though he was no longer touching her clit.