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“Not yet. Together. We’ll come together, Bailey, or we’ll not come at all.”
He hooked his hands beneath her knees, lifted them, bracing them against his biceps as his hips moved into place, his cock pressing against the snug entrance that wept for him.
Bailey froze, her gaze locking with John’s as his head lowered farther, his lips grazing hers, stroking against them as he began to work his cock inside her.
It was exquisite. It was a pleasure unlike anything else she could have imagined. It was a pleasure unlike any other he had ever given her.
Holding her gaze, his lips taking sipping kisses, sharp little tastes of hers, he worked the heavy, engorged head of his cock inside her. He stretched her, filled her until the sharp bite of pleasure was like a fiery central ache. It radiated through her body, struck at her clit, her nipples, tightened them until they felt too sensitive, too swollen to bear.
“God, you’re sweet, love,” he groaned as the head of his erection lodged inside her. “So sweet and tight. You burn me alive.”
But the flames were tearing through her.
Her arms tightened around his neck as she tried to breathe, tried to control at least a small measure of the heated, desperate pulses of need that racked her body.
“Stop teasing me,” she cried out as he pulled back before working his cock deeper inside her. “Please, John. Now. I need you now.”
“Sweet Bailey.” The sigh of his voice rippled across her lips as he lifted his hands and pulled her arms from him. Clasping her wrists in one hand, he pulled them over her head, holding them there as his hips bunched.
She could feel the need striking through her with violent intensity now. It was throbbing deep inside her, her clit was a swollen mass of nerve endings, her womb convulsing with the need for release.
Bailey was shaking, shuddering with the need that she couldn’t control. Her legs tightened around his hips as a strangled scream tore from her throat. Then her cry echoed around her as he tightened and thrust inside her, deep and hard.
Her back arched. Pleasure streaked up her spine, wrapped around her skull, and sizzled through her nerve endings. Brilliant pinpoints of light dazzled her senses and left her burning in the middle of a maelstrom that she had no hope of controlling.
“Fuck me, you’re tight.” John’s strangled groan sent another rush of sensation tearing through her. Pleasure upon pleasure. She wasn’t going to survive this, even though she had begged him to give it to her.
She arched to him, moaning as he slid back again until only the engorged head remained lodged inside her. A second later another fierce, deep throat lodged him to the hilt again, stretching her open and revealing nerve endings that flamed with the heated stroke.
“I can’t stand it.” Her head tossed against the bed, her legs tightening around his hips as the fiery whirls of sensation centered in her pussy and at her clit.
“Just a bit longer, baby,” he groaned. “Hold on to me just a bit longer. God, there’s nothing like fucking you. Like being so deep inside you I can feel your heartbeat.”
She could feel his heartbeat. It throbbed against the sensitive tissue of her pussy, vibrated into her clit, and had her senses spinning.
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Perspiration gleamed on his face, a rivulet of moisture easing down his forehead and dampening his thick lashes. He looked like a sex god rising over her, impaling her with paradise.
Looking down between their bodies, she watched as he drew back, his heavy flesh glistening with her juices, parting her, then surging inside her again until not even a breath could pass between them.
It was the most erotic sight of her life. He moved slow and easy, thrusting inside her with deep, slow strokes, letting her watch him take her. Watch her flesh part and hug the silky wet column of his cock as he took her.
“I want to hold you here forever,” she sobbed, unable to tear her eyes from the sight. “I don’t want to lose this, John. I never want to lose this.”
She wanted to stay right here, stuck in a time warp, watching his flesh merge with hers, his heavy erection impaling her, releasing her, stretching her again.
Releasing his hips from the vise of her legs, she planted her feet in the bed, tilted her hips, and took him deeper, dragging a hard, heated moan from his lips.
“Sweet baby,” he rasped. “God help me, Bailey, I’d die without you now.”
The Australian accent, faint but there, had her convulsing around him, nearly orgasming from the sound alone, from the sense of the past rising up to swamp her, to merge with her present.
This was how she had dreamed. Just like this. Of the pleasure, each stroke slow and easy, the need spiraling inside the both of them until they could contain it no more.
Until they had to act. Until they couldn’t bear it another second.
His thrusts became heavier, harder. He gripped her thighs, pushing them back as he braced himself with his knees and began to thrust inside her. To shaft into her with hot, long strokes over his cock.
