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That it's possible for sex to feel good and not be this awful mess of baggage and expectations.
"Just please," I breathe.
Slowly, he slides one finger inside me.
Then two.
"Fuck," I groan.
He pulls me into another deep kiss.
He claims my mouth with his tongue as he claims my sex with his fingers.
It's a lot of pressure.
But it feels so fucking good.
He wants me. He wants this. He wants my pleasure so much his groans are vibrating all the way down my chest.
His thumb slides over my clit.
Fuck.
I have to pull back to gasp.
This time, I keep my eyes open.
I stare back at him.
He rubs me as he fucks me with his fingers. "Come on my hand, baby."
The command makes my sex clench. I stare back into his beautiful blue eyes, watching him watch me.
My hands go to his hair.
He rubs me a little harder.
A little faster.
It's hurts in the best possible way.
With the next brush of his thumb, I go over the edge.
"Fuck, Mal."
"Say my name again, baby."
"Mal." I tug at his hair. "Fuck, Mal. I'm… fuck." My eyelids flutter closed. The tension in my sex builds to a crescendo, then everything unravels in a hell of an orgasm.
He pulls his hand to his sides.
I don't think.
I just do.
My lips crash into his. My tongue slides into his mouth. God, he tastes good, and I need every inch of him.
I pull back as I sink into his lap.
