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He slides them down, taking my panties with them. The air is cool on my skin, but his hands are hot as hell. He looks at me like he’s burning the image into his brain.

My eyes cross when he kisses my belly, my hip bones, the inside of my thigh. I’m shivering, desperate, but he won’t be rushed. He moves back up, finds my mouth, and kisses me until I’m dizzy again.

Jay is all slow burn and patient hunger. Every touch is careful, deliberate, but there’s an urgency in the way his body presses against mine. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, trapped between us. I want him to lose control. I want him to take everything.

I run my hand down his chest, over his stomach, and fumble at his waistband before slipping my hand under it to wrap around his hard cock. He’s huge. Like, no joke, my brain stutters for a second at the size of him. He leans back, watching my reaction, and a smug smile tugs at his lips.

His hand slides down, slow as a promise, slipping between my thighs. His fingers are so warm I nearly melt, deft and sure, finding the exact spot that makes me whimper. He presses one finger deep into my wet core and murmurs, “You’re so wet. So fucking perfect.”

I want to say something witty, but all I can manage is a moan. Jay’s fingers work magic between my thighs, and my whole body just stops functioning. He slides his finger deeper, curling it, finding that magic spot inside me that turns my world inside out. My thighs clamp around his hand, and I arch up, desperate, shameless, while his thumb finds my clit and circles it with the perfect amount of pressure. I’m pretty sure my brain is about to explode.

I actually make a noise like a dying cartoon character.

He grins, all wicked and dark, and slides another finger deep inside me, stretching me open in a way that makes my toes curl. My hips buck up off the bed, chasing it, and I can’t even care how insane I must look right now. I want him. I want all of him.

His mouth finds my nipple and sucks, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. He pumps his fingers faster, curling them, hitting that wonderful spot inside that makes me clutch at his hair and whimper.

“Oh my God, Jay, please, please, I need you inside me. Please.”

My voice is barely a sound. It’s so desperate I don’t even care. Pride left the building like ten minutes ago. Jay just grins, all dark and dangerous, and shoves his fingers deep one last time while pressing hard on my clit. I actually see stars. Maybe even a whole galaxy.

He pulls his hand away, and I whimper at the loss, but then his mouth is on mine, kissing me like he wants to own my soul. I grab at his shoulders, his neck, anything to anchor myself while my body is still sparking like a downed power line.

Jay kneels up, towering over me, and strips off his pants and boxers in one insane, sinful move. I nearly choke because holy cow. He’s even bigger than I thought. His cock is thick, long, flushed at the tip, and leaking already. My mouth literally waters just looking at it.

He teases me by sliding his cock slowly along my opening until I’m ready to scream, then finally, finally lines himself up and pushes in so slowly, I nearly lose my mind. He pauses and groans, deep and guttural, and the sound makes me clench around him.

He moves slowly at first, letting me get used to him. Every thrust is controlled, measured, but it doesn’t take long before we’re moving together, desperate for more.

The bed squeaks under us as Jay’s hips grind against mine, slow at first, then he picks up speed. There’s nothing polite about it, nothing I could ever pretend is sweet or normal or even slightly under control. He shoves in to the hilt, and my whole body goes electric. My brain just fizzles out. Like, full-on factory reset.

Holy. Shit.

I arch up, digging my nails into his muscular shoulders just to have something to anchor me.

He braces a hand under my knee and lifts my leg up, opening me even wider, then fucks me so deep I see stars again. When I finally come, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. My whole body snaps tight, every muscle strung out and trembling. I don’t even know my own name for a second. I just clutch Jay’s biceps and ride out every last shockwave as his cock throbs deep inside me. He groans against my neck, teeth scraping skin, and I swear I come a second time. Maybe it’s just one long orgasm. Who knows at this point?

He thrusts several more times, then shudders as he comes, hips jerking wild and desperate. I feel every pulse, every shiver, and my brain turns into hot, happy static. I’m basically a human noodle now, limp and boneless and totally ruined in the best way.

For a few minutes, neither of us moves. Jay just holds me, his whole body bracketed over mine, breath hot on my collarbone. The only sound is our wild, tangled breathing. Jay’s hand strokes up and down my side. And I feel like I could float away.

He kisses my hair. “You okay?”

I can’t even speak. I just nod, grinning like a maniac. I burrow into Jay’s side and let the afterglow wash over me, my heart finally calm, my mind blissfully blank.