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He moved until all of his weight was resting on one elbow, then brought his hand up the length of my outer thigh, trailing his fingers up the length of my side, coming to a stop once he reached my breast.
“I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch you since I first saw you,” he rasped, one blunt finger trailing up to circle around my hardened nipple. “Every time I told you to stay away, I really wanted you to push impossibly closer.”
My hands left his shoulders to travel upward to his hair.
One of the things I’d been dying to do was sift my fingers through it. And when my fingers finally met the locks of hair that drove me to distraction, I moaned. As did he.
Scrunching my fingers up to hold onto the strands, he growled when I pulled slightly, hoping to guide his mouth down onto mine.
He acquiesced, but not before skimming his lips up my jaw and along my cheek, teasing and not giving me what I wanted when I wanted it.
“Tease,” I laughed against his lips.
“I don’t think it’s teasing,” he said. “I think it’s called anticipation.”
Whatever it was called, it was driving me crazy.
“Justice, please,” I begged.
I didn’t know what I was begging for.
I just felt like something was needed, but I didn’t know what.
He shifted his hips, bringing his cock down further, and speared the lips of my sex with it.
I shifted in the bed, loving the way he felt.
Then he started to rock his hips, coating his cock in my wetness, while also allowing it to drag along the sensitive tissues.
My breath hitched in my throat and my hands clenched in his hair once again, causing him to chuckle.
“That what you needed?” he asked.
No. What I needed was for his cock to be inside of me, which I told him in the next second.
“Inside,” I told him breathlessly. “I want you inside.”
He paused in his movements, breaking the hold I had on his hair, and moving until he was on his knees between my splayed thighs.
Seconds later, I found my ass in the air and the pillow that’d once been underneath my head now underneath my ass.
I stared at the dark ceiling in surprise.
“You know,” I replied teasingly. “You could’ve asked for the pillow.”
He chuckled darkly. “Sorry.”
Then I forgot what we were talking about because his cockhead was pressing against my entrance.
Everything froze.
My breathing. My body. Hell, even my heart.
Then he started to push inside, and everything started back up again—double time.
“You’re not going to fit,” I found myself saying.
Hell.
“I’m going to fit,” he promised. “And I’m not that big. You’re just small.”
“Lies,” I told him. “I’m normal-sized. You’re just industrial-sized.”
He snorted and said, sounding strained, “Stay still so I don’t go too fast. Your squirming is making my control slip.”
I squirmed again, unable to help myself.
The man was just perfect.
And having him inside of me—even the little bit he was allowing—felt like heaven.
I’d never had sex that felt like this before, and I was finding that maybe sex wasn’t so bad after all. I mean, the two times that I’d managed to find a man that I liked well enough to do it with, after months of hyping myself up, had been subpar. I just hadn’t seen what all the fuss was about.
I got more out of my vibrator than I did out of men.
Until Justice.
Justice was showing me, really quick, just how incredible it could be.
“Your head is in the clouds.” He stopped his forward movement completely.
“I’m thinking about how much better you feel than my vibrator,” I told him honestly. “I wasn’t sure that was possible seeing as my vibrator vibrates and all.”
His hands that were on my hips squeezed.
“You use your vibrator a lot?” he asked.
I wiggled my hips in hopes that he would continue pushing forward, but he did the opposite.
He retreated, all the way until he was once again kissing the entrance with his cock head.
I groaned.
“Justice,” I breathed. “Why?”
He chuckled as he started to forge back inside, not stopping until this time he filled me almost halfway before once again pulling all the way out.
He repeated this process over and over again until finally I was so full of him, I was almost crying.
Not painful tears, though. Excited, oh my god this feels like heaven, tears.
I swallowed hard when he finally came to a rest fully inside of me.
His cock was twitching, and I halfway wondered if he was trying not to come.
Because on my end, all it would take was him moving in and out of me a few times, and I knew without a doubt that I’d be screeching.
I reached for his abandoned pillow, bringing it close.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, sounding strained.
“I’m preparing for when you start moving and I come,” I told him. “I’m going to scream into this pillow so I don’t wake the entire house up.”
