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When he finally moves forward, the sensation steals the breath right out of my lungs.

“Oh—”

The stretch is slow, deliberate, every inch of him claiming space inside me until I’m gripping his shoulders, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

My nails drag down his skin as I gasp, clinging to him while he settles fully against me.

“Easy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Then he shifts, lowering his weight just enough to make me open for him, his hands sliding beneath my hips as he encourages my legs wider around his waist.

The intimacy of it—of him guiding me, holding me, watching my face like it matters more than anything—makes warmth bloom deep in my chest.

“This changes everything,” he says softly.

I nod because I know.

There’s no pretending after this.

No going back to what we were before tonight.

Then he kisses me again—deep and certain—and finally begins to move.

Slow at first. Careful.

Like he’s memorizing the way we fit together all over again.

Our combined breathing is labored.

Our bodies are moving together like partners in a dance without needing any music.

He knows what I need, and I swear my body responds in kind.

“Fuck, Rusty, your pussy feels so good. God, I’ve missed you,” he confesses and I think my body is on fire.

I arch into him.

Needing more. Needing Less.

“You like that? Like hearing me tell you how much I need you. How much I want you. Fuck, you gonna come for me?” Less groans and my pussy quivers, tightening around his welcomed invasion.

He’s got me so fired up.

No one can make me feel like he does.

The naughty things he whispers.

The way his body fits mine.

It’s perfect. Kismet. Fate.

“That’s right. And I’m the only man who can make you feel this good. Now do it. Come for me, Rusty,” he commands, pumping his hips and grinding into me.

I stare into his onyx gaze, gripping onto his shoulders—and then it happens.

“Less!” I shout as my orgasm peaks. But he doesn’t slow or stop—not Less.