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“Right there, don’t stop,” she cried as I did a combination of everything.

I worked her with my mouth and fingers until her legs shook and she was fisting my hair hard enough it hurt. I continued to work her until her entire body pulled taut and she came on my lips.

I peppered the inside of her thighs with kisses as she came down, then her hips and stomach as I climbed my way back up to her, tasting herself on my mouth as her hands dropped to my pants.

“I want to make you cum, take everything off.”

My cock ached as I stood up and removed my pants and boxers. I was harder than I’d been in recent memory, and when I looked at her, she was staring at me, her lips parted, a flush on her cheeks and her chest still heaving.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Top drawer of the nightstand,” I said.

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question.

“They haven’t expired. I picked them up the other day.”

She giggled. “Did you get a little ahead of yourself?” She reached over and pulled the drawer open and grabbed a condom, handing it to me.

I rolled it on and when I stepped closer to the edge of the bed, she pulled me down on top of her. I settled between her legs, and the head of my cock pressed against her entrance.

“Are you okay?” She asked, running her hand through my hair.

I thought for a moment. I wasn’t okay, I was terrified. The last person I’d been inside of was my wife. She had been the only person I’d been inside of and the more I thought about it, the more my grief built.

Ember placed her hand on my cheek. “Everett?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I muttered, lowering to kiss her.

I meant it. We had told one another we loved each other and even though the grief was still there, it wasn’t the only thing filling me anymore.

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust, letting myself adjust. The wet, tight heat of her was overwhelming, and I had to clench my jaw and breathe in through my nose to keep from losing it immediately.

“Oh, god,” she cried as her head fell back and her nails scraped down my sides. “You feel…”

I bottomed out and held still. I pressed my forehead against hers and took in a deep breath. We were connected in every way, and I couldn’t look away from her. I wanted to see every single emotion that crossed her face.

“Move, please,” she cried.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pulled back slowly and pushed deep. She started meeting me on every stroke, and in seconds, we found our rhythm. It was nothing like I had expected. I held myself up on one forearm and slid my hand between us, finding her clit, pressing circles against it while I moved inside her.

“Oh yes, like that. Don’t stop,” she cried, gripping my shoulders.

I watched her face, the way her brow furrowed and her mouth fell open.

“Look at me,” I said, gently pressing my lips to hers.

She opened her eyes, and the look she gave me almost knocked the air out of me. Her eyes were beautiful, heady, and glassy.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too.”

I drove into her, deeper, faster, pressing my thumb harder on her clit until I felt her clench around me. The sensation of her tightening around me sent a wave through me, and then she came, back arching, as she called my name.

I came hard. My hips stuttered, and I buried myself deep in her and groaned against her neck, coming in long, shuddering pulses.

I collapsed, rolling onto my back, taking her with me. She sprawled across my chest.