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“I want you inside me,” I confess. It’s true. There’s a sharp, empty feeling in my core and right at this moment the pain of not having him is worse than anything.
“Thank God.” His gentle hand brushes mine away. He rolls the condom on then steps between my legs and once again takes my bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers find my center to part my folds and a second later he’s guiding himself inside.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and hope he doesn’t feel me tremble. Because it’s not fear, it’s gladness that it’s him—this generous, gorgeous, disorienting man—taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.
He enters me slowly, keeping to his word not to rush our first time. The head of his cock slips inside, then inch by inch he pushes in farther. It’s exquisite. Intense. My body stretches to make room for him, but I feel my muscles pull taut, impeding his progress.
It’s not enough to hurt, more like a twinge of uncomfortable pressure—a small warning that something’s going to have to give if we keep going.
He cradles my cheek with his palm. “Breathe.”
Our eyes connect as I abide by his wishes. Then he thrusts—all the way home this time—and force
s the air out of me in a gasp. A muffled gasp, because he seals his mouth to mine and swallows it.
For so long just the thought of sharing this part of myself with someone brought on pain and guilt, but right now I’m overcome with different feelings. Feelings too strong for words, too overpowering to leave room for anything else except Vaughn. He grinds his hips against mine, creating the most incredible friction ever. Eager for more, I grind right back. I’m completely absorbed in him, in need of him.
He withdraws a little, and then surges into me again, and again. Harder. Faster. The friction starts to burn, but the burn doesn’t hurt. It’s addictive. I dig my heels into his thighs. Hold onto his ass. Hold onto the sensations he’s building in me.
Our kiss is a wild collision of lips and tongues. Our teeth click. He breaks away to kiss my jaw, the spot just below my earlobe. Bundles of hot, tangled nerves coil inside me.
I take a breath as he buries his nose in the hollow of my neck. “Do you like it? Do you like having me inside you?”
“Yes.” I twine my arms around his head and rock my hips to bury him deeper. “I can’t get enough.”
“I planned to fuck you slowly,” he whispers, his voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it. “I don’t want to be too rough with you.” His deep inhale tells me he’s struggling to get a hold of himself. He smiles against my throat, and adds, “Not the first time.”
I’m on board with multiples. He can captain me all night. I tighten my hold on him. His thrusts turn more rhythmic, no less enthusiastic, but measured…strategic. And, yep, it’s an excellent strategy. I love having him inside me.
Before I can question the verb I just chose, he moves his hands to my ass next, so I’m seated in his palms, and tips my hips a little. I moan out loud. His cock feels even longer, and thicker, and strokes an entirely new spot. A rush of warm tingles descends on me, and I realize everything I felt before was just a ghost of what’s coming. And I want it. Desperately. I grind against him and pant-gasp-sob through a second orgasm I swear he wrings right out of my soul.
“Fuck,” Vaughn mutters. His body goes rigid, he pumps into me one more time, and then my name falls from his lips—breaking a little between the syllables—like he’s completely lost in me.
I’ve never liked my name so much as in that moment.
He stays seated deep inside as we slide down from our high. I press my lips to his collarbone, luxuriating in the salty taste of his skin. I may have just given him a piece of me, but he’s given me something in return: freedom.
Plus, two amazing orgasms I’ll never forget.
He lifts his head and touches his nose to mine. “You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm. You?”
“More than okay.” His grin is positively deadly. It should be illegal for someone to have a smile like his.
Fireflies do a break dance in my stomach; a warm flush spreads over my skin even though I try not to read too much into those words. He can’t possibly mean I rocked his world like he just rocked mine.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I have to warn you, I could get addicted to your pussy. Touching it. Kissing it. Fucking it.” His lips find a vulnerable spot by the corner of my mouth. “How much touching, kissing, and fucking do you think it can take?”
Oh my God, his words alone are going to make me come. I open my mouth to say something equally sexy, like, I can take as much touching, kissing, and fucking as he can dole out, and then…
His stomach growls. “Ignore that,” he says between kisses to my neck. “I have more important appetites to satisfy.”
“Hey now.” I tip my head to give his lips free range. “Did you or did you not invite me over for dinner and sex?”
“You’re right. I did. Can you eat while I touch, kiss, and fuck you?”
“I don’t know…” I trail off when his mouth roams into a ticklish zone. “It might present a choking hazard.”
