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So I lick my lips, position myself on my knees, and reach out for his cock.

His hands are immediately on my head, urging me to take him. I don’t hesitate. I open my mouth and push forward until the tip of his swollen head hits the back of my throat and I have to stop and regain some control.

I breathe through my nose as I look up at his face. He’s lost now. Lost in the feeling of being inside me. Lost in the idea of what’s coming next.

And when my mouth is filled up with saliva, I flatten my tongue against his shaft and withdraw, until the tip of his cock is between my lips.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans softly.

And I like that moan. So I rub the head of his cock between my lips, kissing it, worshipping him the way he worshipped me.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I ask him.

He smiles. “I appreciate the offer. But no. No,” he says again, shaking his head. “I do want to come inside you, but not there.”

I lean back, my heels touching my bare butt. And then I scoot over, pat the bed, and say, “Come here, then. Because I want to ride you.”

God, just saying that out loud is enough to get my pussy throbbing. But watching him do it has me nearing the edge of climax again.

I close my eyes as he moves onto the bed and when I open them again, he’s lying back, head slightly elevated and resting against the headboard. Making sure he can see me when I make the next move.

If he minds sharing control, he doesn’t show it. So I go slow. I twist, bring one leg up and over his hips, positioning my pussy right over his upper thighs. His cock is long, reaching up to his belly button. It jumps when I take it my hand and begin to pump him, my hand immediately wet from my own saliva.

I lift my hips up, place him at my opening, then flick his head around before letting go and sitting down.

We both moan. It’s relief. And filled expectations of what’s to come.

His arms wrap around my body, completely encircling my back. My hands rest on his shoulders as I rock forward, then push backward, forcing him to fill me up. My nails dig into his skin and he lets out a long, low growl, immediately gripping my ass with the same intensity.

We stare into each other’s eyes. But we’re really seeing our souls as they consider the possibility of mixing together.

“Come here,” he says.

And I don’t know how I could possibly get any closer to him.

But I do.

My head bumps against his, our eyes so close our souls touch.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - FINN

Even though this started out with me on my knees, worshiping her pussy with my tongue, I have an overwhelming urge to ravish her.

“I want to flip you over,” I say.

“Do it,” she says.

“I want to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head back so far you have to look me in the eye when I slip my cock between your ass cheeks and fill your pussy.”

“Do it,” she says. Our heads touching. Our eyes meeting. Our souls connected.

I shake my head. I want to be gentle with her. I want to make her feel special. Cherished. Loved…?

How could that word even come up? Even as a passing thought in my head?

I haven’t even known her a day.

And it feels like a lifetime…