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He isn’t sweet about it; he pleases me with the same intensity he approaches everything in life. With desperation and excitement.

His stubble rakes the inside of my thighs, offering a delicious burn as he devours me.

The entire time, his eyes stay on me. Roving from my heaving breasts to my mouth. Sweeping from my body to my face as if to consume every inch.

There’s nothing to catch me when I finally fall, and Hayes doesn’t hold back. I’m on the precipice of my release as he drives two fingers deep, curling them.

“Fuck!” I scream, slapping my hand over my mouth when I realize just how loud I’m being.

But he doesn’t let up. His tongue draws figure eights as his fingers make me see stars. I’m a shaking, panting mess, and only then does he finally pull back, pumping his fingers one last time just to watch me shiver.

He sinks back on his heels, grinning as he licks me off his fingers. “You’re stunning.”

I throw my arm over my eyes, trying to catch my breath. “I’m a mess. Are you proud of yourself?”

“When you scream like that? Most definitely.”

I bite my lower lip, uncovering my eyes and finding him already crawling up the bed between my legs. He braces one arm beside my head and plants his lips on mine. His tongue is a dance of what he’s done. It awakens my senses. It’s surprising how fully one kiss can consume.

With my fingernails raking the back of his neck, I shiver as he rocks against my core. He inches in once, twice. And then he’s driving deep, stealing all air. All thought.

I’m floating among the stars, mindless and… vibrating?

“What is that?” I wiggle as the vibrations strike my clit with a perfect hum that teases my already-sensitive nerves. “Oh god.”

I grip Hayes’s shoulders, which is when I realize he’s grinning down at me.

“It’s a cock ring.” He lifts his chest so I can look between us.

A ring circles the base of his cock, humming against me as he pins my hips to the bed. It’s electrifying.

“You said you wanted to explore.” Hayes kisses my jaw, raking his teeth upward until he’s nipping my earlobe.

He’s everywhere.

Kissing my neck.

Threading his fingers in my hand overhead.

Rocking between my legs.

There are so many sensations that I can’t absorb them all at once. Pleasure courses through every muscle, every bone.

“Do you like your present?” He thrusts, holding still to allow the vibrations to work their way from my core up to my belly.

“Uh—” Did he just ask me something?

I can’t focus. Much less answer questions.

“Emery.” He pulls his hips back, grinning as I blink up at him. “Do you like it?”

I grab the sides of his face and pull him closer. “Keep fucking me, and I’ll tell you later.”

“As you wish, wife.” He thrusts deep in answer.

This man could have me on my hands and knees crawling for him, and yet, he’d follow my wishes to the ends of the earth as well.

The harder he fucks me, the more my heels dig into the mattress. It’s almost too much. He’s so thick—so deep, Ican barely catch my breath. But with each thunderous pump of his hips, I’m slowly cresting. Waves in an ocean, lapping at the shore, slow and steady as he drags me under.