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Rhett drops a kiss to my lips. “Not a big deal. We’ll make it work, alright?”

He isn’t joking.

He rolls on the condom, and then we’re back to heavy kisses and letting our hands explore.

We take our time, unhurried but passionate. He palms my breasts, and I stroke his dick, and we start rocking together before he’s ever inside me.

We use some of the lube to help make entry easier. Rhett slicks himself with some of the gel, and then he’s fitting himself between my thighs.

Nerves flurry back to life inside me.

I have to kiss him to distract myself. For the first moment I’m penetrated in years. But it’s fleeting as he slowly slides into me and my body arches, learning how to take him.

“God,” he groans, his breaths deepening. “You feel…”

He can’t bring himself to finish. The groan takes over as we crush our lips together and hold ourselves still.

Rhett’s thick and throbbing inside me. He’s immediately filling me up.

I rake my fingers through his hair and feel myself stretch around him. A good stretch that feels pleasurable and satisfying.

He knows how to play the moment, waiting it out until I’m ready. Until I’m rocking my hips and crossing my legs behind him.

Then he’s moving, thrusting in and out of me and making me pulse with pleasure. Tiny, fiery sparks that sear straight through me.

It’s like I’ve caught fire and there’s no putting it out now. I’m burning up, my fever quickly growing to orgasmic temperatures.

I clench down on his dick and tilt my head back.

Cries of pleasure tumble past my lips. I gyrate my hips in tune with his as he deepens his strokes. He grips my thighs and crashes into me.

Our bodies fit together perfectly; his dick stimulating what feels like every last nerve ending inside my pussy.

We’re enthusiastically giving pleasure to each other. Demanding in how we trade it between ourselves.

His hungry kisses up and down my throat. The heels of my feet pressing into his muscular ass. The shudder-inducing circle he gives my clit as he pauses his strokes long enough to bury himself deep and make me scream.

It’s some of the best sex I’ve had in my life. Easily the most passionate.

Rhett drips passion from every pore. Every kiss is warm and worshipful. Every buck of his hips skillful and exactly what I need.

I’m gleaming in sweat—and he is too—as I claw at his back and his thrusts come faster and more urgent. We’re colliding over and over again, chasing the same rush of pleasure.

Mine arrives moments before his does.

The fire that’s blazing inside me reaches its peak and then explodes from within.

I’m left arching against him, toes curling and head falling back.

Never mind the lube we’ve used. Natural juices slick his dick as I clamp down on him and come.

My orgasm fuels his.

He alters the angle of his thrusts only slightly and drives harder into me. His hips snap forward, and his breaths turn erratic and heavy. More beads of sweat roll off him as he grunts and then buries his face in the crook of my neck.

I cry out as he hits a sensitive new spot and tingles ripple through me. Seconds after my first orgasm, I’m rolling into another one.

My thighs squeeze against his hips, and I come apart a second time. All while he strokes himself deep and then follows me over the edge.