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I pull off long enough to smile. “I really am.”

Then I take him deeper again.

When his hips start to lift, I pull away and crawl up his body before he can finish.

"Cruel," he says.

"I'm not ready to let you go yet. I've got to make you last."

He gets a hand under my thigh and takes me over with him. Now I'm the one on my back with his weight coming down the whole length of me.

"My turn," he says, and starts working his way down.

His hands spread my thighs, and his mouth finds me in the exact right spot. I moan loudly, my hands clenching fistfuls of sheets. The first slow stroke of his tongue makes my hips lift off the mattress.

"Slower," I say, already breathless. "Right there."

He does it again.

"Oh, God. Yes, Rhodes."

I thread my fingers into his hair and hold him where I want him. He lets me, which might be the hottest part of all of this. It turns me on even more how easily he gives me control when I ask for it, and how completely he takes it back when I stop.

His tongue circles my clit, slow enough to make me crazy, then flattens against me and drags down through all the wetness he's already pulled out of me.

Rhodes groans against me, and the vibration goes straight through my core, rocking my entire body.

"Don't stop."

His fingers slide inside me while his mouth stays exactly where I need it. My thighs tighten around his shoulders.

"Right there. Keep doing that, Rhodes. Don't ever stop."

He keeps going, the perfect rhythm and pressure. He always listens.

The pressure builds so hard and so fast that I lose track of everything except his mouth, his fingers, and how hard I'm holding on to him.

"Rhodes."

He looks up without stopping. That nearly finishes me by itself.

I come without one word in my mouth, hips trying to lift against his hands while he holds me exactly where he wants me. He keeps going until I have to push at his forehead with the heel of my hand, because I'm certain my body will break in two if he doesn't stop.

"Enough," I gasp, laughing because I'm still shaking.

"You sure?"

"For approximately thirty seconds."

His mouth curves against the inside of my thigh. Then he reaches for the condom on the nightstand, rolls it on, and climbs back over me. Before I've fully caught my breath, he's pushing into me slowly, both of us watching each other.

“You’re so tight for me.”

“Only for you. Break me open”

And boy, does he. There is no hesitation, and I’m here for it.

I've worked my way up the mattress without noticing, and halfway through, my elbow cracks the headboard, and we both laugh.