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“Yes!”
My orgasm raced out of control. Burning every surface inside and out, until I felt like I’d just taken on a new body. A new soul. Every vein beneath my skin felt like dried kindling, splitting in half. It went on and on. My lungs struggled to keep up with my need for air.
After what seemed like an eternity, he slowed his assault, bringing me down gently.
Slumping against the back of the chair, I eased my grip on him.
“That was—” I began, but stopped when he suddenly rose to his feet and walked away.
I instantly closed my legs, but shock weighted my shoulders down.
I heard what sounded like a drawer opening and closing. Before I had time to right my clothing or look behind me to see what he was doing, he was back—standing before me with the fire behind him, glowing like a god.
He tugged open his belt with one hand. The other held a condom, which he ripped open with his teeth. He didn’t bother taking off his shirt or his pants, just opened them enough to grip his cock, and roll the latex on.
I didn’t even get a chance to really see it before he said, “Stand up and turn around.”
My body was shaking, more confused than my mind. Intensity burned behind his eyes. He’d just spent a significant amount of time attending to my body. Praising me. But now there’d been a shift toward something animalistic.
I did as he asked. My skirt righted itself as I stood, covering me once more. His breath fanned over my ear, and he palmed the back of my thigh.
“You want this, Amy?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes, I want this…I want to be with you.”
His hand slid up my thigh and cupped my hip, bringing my skirt with it. He nudged me to bend over. “Put your hands on the chair.”
I did. With my skirt pulled up, my whole ass was bared to him as I held on to the armrests of the chair once more.
Though part of me didn’t know whether to expect kindness or roughness, I was shocked to find that either option sounded amazingly desirable. There was so much of him that I didn’t understand. But I wanted to. Wanted to be in his sights. Wanted to affect him the way he did me.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He placed a hand on one of my cheeks and positioned himself at my entrance. When just the tip nudged inside, he gripped my hips in both hands. “Now hold on, sweetheart.”
In one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside of me.
“Roman!” The fit was difficult, despite how ready he’d made me. I hadn’t been able to fully see him earlier, but he felt big. Almost overly so.
“Shit,” he choked out, clinging to my waist and stilling his movements. “You okay?”
“Y-yes,” I breathed.
Could he tell how long it had been? Somehow feel that I wasn’t very experienced? It had been more than two years since I’d had sex, and that had only been a few times with Warren toward the end of our relationship. It had never been like this.
“You sure? You feel…” He slowly stirred himself within me, making me moan. “So fucking tight.” He sounded on the verge, just like I was.
I pushed my hips back against him slightly, causing the crown to rub against that sensitive spot inside me.
“You feel so big,” I gasped.
He gently pulled out, and I wanted to cry at the withdrawal and loss of connection.
“I’ll go slowly this time,” he rasped, pushing back inside at a steady pace.
I savored every moment. The feel of him, surrounded by me. My emotions were short-circuiting, senses fraying like the end of freshly cut rope. I was coming apart around him.
