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"Yes, god, yes—"

He fucks me harder in this position, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. I'm gripping the sheets, my head thrown back, completely overwhelmed by sensation.

"Look at me," he says.

I force my eyes open to meet his.

"I want to see your face when you come," he says. "Want to watch you fall apart."

One of his hands slides between us again, finding my clit, and I'm suddenly right there again.

I didn't think I could come again, didn't think I had anything left, but somehow the pleasure is building.

"Kieran, I'm going to—"

"I know. Let go. Come for me."

I do, and this orgasm is different from all the others. Longer, deeper, more intense. I'm clenching around him, saying his name, maybe crying, I can't tell.

"Fuck, yes," he groans. "That's it. So fucking perfect."

He's still moving, still prolonging it, and then he pulls out suddenly.

Before I can ask why, he flips me onto my side and lies down behind me, spooning me. He lifts my top leg, hooking it over his arm, and slides back inside from behind.

"This okay?" he asks in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

"Yeah. Perfect."

This position is somehow even more intimate than the others. His chest is pressed to my back, his arm around my waist, and we're moving together in the afternoon light.

He's not pounding into me anymore, just grinding deep, hitting different angles.

His hand slides down to where we're joined, and his fingers find my clit again. I'm so oversensitive that the touch almost hurts, but in the best way.

"One more," he says. "Give me one more and then I'll come with you."

"I can't, Kieran, I really can't—"

"Yes you can." His fingers work in slow circles while he continues to move inside me. "You're so perfect. So beautiful. I could do this for hours. Watch you come over and over."

His words combined with his touch and the deep grind of his cock inside me somehow builds the pleasure again. This time it's slower, building from somewhere deeper.

"Oh god," I breathe.

"That's it. Feel it. Let it build."

It does build, slow and inevitable, until I'm right on that edge again. His fingers speed up slightly, his cock grinds deeper, and I fall over the edge one more time.

This orgasm is slower, rolling through me in long waves, almost painful in its intensity.

I'm clenching around him, and I feel him swell inside me.

"Fuck, Lyla, I'm—" He groans and I feel him pulse inside me as he comes, his arm tightening around my waist, his face buried in my neck.

We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his softening cock still inside me. When he finally pulls out, I feel the loss of him.

"Don't move," he says, getting up.