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“How?”

“Don’t you see? I’m already on your team. I want you to win,” I say.

“And if it doesn’t work?” Her voice trembles.

“Know this.” I growl with determination. “If you don’t come, I will stop at nothing until you do.”

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sophia

I Like It Pink In The Middle

“I will stop at nothing until you do,” Gio’s voice rumbles.

His intensity is so close to my sexy dream, I can’t help my internal response. I’m turned on by his brutal determination. Heck, I’m turned on by everything about him, even the parts that drive me crazy.

And why shouldn’t I be? No man has ever tried to empower me. No man has truly supported me in this manner. If Gio wants to be my personal orgasm cheerleader, I’ll let him, even if I fumble through it all. I need this interaction, and God willing, the finish. I need it more than I need to breathe.

“If I agree, this is a one-time thing. Tomorrow, we go back to whatever we are,” I say.

“Okay,” Gio says quickly.

A rush of adrenaline floods my veins at his acceptance. This is getting very real, very fast. I hurry to set another rule to make sure we’re on the same page.

“And you’re going to stay on your side of the room?” I ask.

“You’re safe with me.” His words are calming. “This is about getting you off. If you want to stop at any time, just say jalopy.”

I laugh. “Why jalopy?”

“A good safe word is one we would never use during intimate moments. And also, it made you laugh.”

“Okay.” I smile to myself.

I do feel more relaxed and secure with parameters and safe words. But there’s a different kind of weight settling on my chest with what’s about to happen. I’m allowing Gio past my defenses. I’m excited and overwhelmed all at once. I don’t know where to look or what to do.

“Get comfortable,” Gio’s says, his voice a tad lower.

It’s so sultry, I pause to stare at the sheet between us. His clit-buzzing voice, his makes-me-gush voice, is the one I’m about to have sex with. My heart hammers in my chest.

I slip out of my clothing and take another deep breath, trying to relax, but my entire body thrums with energy. I stare at the ceiling, waiting.

This is really happening. I exhale.

“I’m ready,” I say, even though I’m unsure.

The thing is, even though Gio hasn’t done anything yet, waves of anticipation course through me. I’m already turned on by the thought of what’s about to happen.

“Sophia,” he purrs. “For this to work, I’ll need you to touch yourself the way I would. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say, but I still hesitate. I’m unsure I’ll be able to make it through without turning emotional.

I close my eyes and block out everything else to focus on his deep, velvety voice. I need this. I want this. My hand settles over my chest when it rises on a deep inhale.

“Mmm, look at you,” he rumbles. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And fuck. I love your beautiful breasts, those voluptuous hips and thighs. I’m going to love hearing you come.”

My mouth parts on a whimper.