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Her pussy in my face.

The scent of her arousal was consuming.

Sweet and tempting.

Mind-altering.

I began to slowly drive my fingers.

Careful, yet deep, my thumb rubbing over her engorged, throbbing clit with each rut.

While Elena rasped and emitted these muddled, indistinct cries.

A quiet, thrashing storm that grew in strength.

“You like it, Elena? You like me fucking you with my fingers?”

“So much. More than you could ever know. It feels so good. I never thought…”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders and dragged up into my hair.

The barest bits of pleasure ignited at her touch.

At the need that sank deep inside.

My free hand slid up the back of her thigh and my fingers burrowed into the round, perfect globe of her left cheek.

Wanting more.

A glutton who couldn’t get enough of all that she was.

“This pretty pussy is so soft. So tight. So wet. Listen to you. Listen to the sounds coming out of your mouth. So fucking needy, aren’t you?”

My cock was so hard and deprived that I thought I would black out.

My fist was never sufficient enough to satiate the need she forever lit.

No question my celibacy was coming back to bite me in the ass.

Like she knew it, could feel it, she suddenly dropped to her knees to fully straddle my lap.

Her chest pressed to mine, that apple at my heart, my fingers between us and driving up into her sweet heat.

Hazel eyes blazed their intensity. Ferocity and potency all while swimming with unfettered trust.

Blunt nails dragged down my chest and abdomen, desperate with desire, Elena yanking at the button of my jeans.

And I wanted it.

I wanted to fucking give in and cross a line that neither of us could uncross.

But I wanted to be right for her even more.

“No, Elena. We can’t go there.”

There was no hurt in her eyes. I figured at this point she knew me too well.

In its place was determination.