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But I’m not going to make this anything but perfect for her. I’m not.

I settle into a Zen state, the pain in my body from not coming radiating like a buzzsaw. Slowly, the eternity of stillness I suffer gives way as she relaxes around me. I lift my mouth from her skin to look into her eyes as she begins to squirm on me.

Grasping her in my arms, I lift her to the tip of my dick and help her descend back to the base. She’s loose in my grasp, all of her focused upon clenching around the invasion. Once, twice… and on the third try, I find the little patch of skin on my way into her. Four thrusts. Five.

She’s panting with her need. Her hands clasp my arms, sounds of desire spilling from her lips. Her head’s thrown back, her body taut.

Six. And as I graze over the rough patch, she cries out and comes apart, shaking so hard, her teeth chatter together.

I can’t hold it anymore. Fire races through my blood and bones and exits in an explosion of seed that comes and comes—and leaves me weak when it’s passed.

CHAPTER 11

Nina

The most amazing orgasm won’t stop. My body just keeps convulsing, as if honoring him by wringing my very essence dry. Every time another wave hits, I clamp around him.

He’s still hard inside me as he lays me back on the bed. His breathing is barely shaken. All his weight is kept on his elbows as he makes a flesh ceiling over me, protecting me, keeping me safe. He doesn’t move.

“That was… incredible,” I huff as I finally begin to descend. The aftershocks still hit me, but they’re less intense. They’re like smaller rolls of bliss.

“Incredible,” he agrees, snuffling his nose into my neck to lay kisses along the length. Comforting kisses.

But I suddenly realize something I should have considered earlier: he can’t possibly be satisfied. Sure, I felt him come. He growled. His features hardened. He kept eye contact, which just made it all so much hotter. And I swear, I felt his cum shoot into me with the force of liquid fire. Yet, he’s a man known for his kinks and passions. After the triplets, and the numerous others that he’s taken in his Red Room, I can’t have given him what he truly needs with the simple, upright missionary-position-vanilla-sex.

Although it didn’t feel very vanilla to me.

Another clench. Another ripple of bliss.

He deserves more.

“Hey, Sampson, look at me.”

Instantly, he does as I ask. “What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“Your voice. The ridge along your brow, here.” He strokes the place where my forehead furrows. “Tell me. Let me make it better.”

And he would, too. I know that now. The generous, gigantic firefighter would do anything I ask if it made me feel good. I should have known that about him from the start.

“It’s not what I want that’s bothering me. It’s what you want, because I know this must have seemed kind of bland to you…”

“Are you kidding? I’m still coming.” To illustrate the fact, he slides out a bit and back in, then grunts. “There are no words for this feeling.”

“But I know about your Red Room, and the triplets, and… others, and, well, I just want you to know that I’ll try whatever makes sex special for you next time. Okay?”

“Oh. Kay.” He draws out the word, but now it’s his brow that’s furrowed. In a sudden shift, he rotates us so that he lies beneath me and I’m sprawled over him, but he’s still inside me. Still a part of me. “What exactly do you think I need to make sex special that you haven’t just given me?”

I balance my palms on his abdomen. “I don’t know. Whatever it is that you like to do?”

“Because?”

I can’t believe he’s being this dense. “Because you deserve to feel as good as you just made me feel.”

“Because?” But his voice is a low slide, a temptation all its own, and I don’t understand it, but it’s emotional rather than physical.

And maybe that’s what he needs from me. Odd for a guy to want the feels after fucking, but my gigantic firefighter isn’t a regular guy.