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The clasp of her body was the ultimate torment in a day that had gone from amazing to shit, and back around to incredible. When she switched her grip from the iron posts to his wrists, he groaned and buried his face in her neck.

His thrusts went from smooth to erratic as she cried out his name and pulsed around his dick. She moved her head to allow him more access, and he scraped his teeth and tongue down her neck to her shoulder as he fucked her until his body wouldn’t allow it anymore.

Sweat pooled between them, poured off his skin and slicked down his back. He knew she’d come, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

He rolled them until they were spooned and he could hook his arm around her knee to peel her open. His spine screamed at the angle, but he didn’t stop. He burrowed his other arm underneath her to get to her clit.

He powered his cock into her, and her little clit was so fucking high and tight he only had to circle it a few times, and she was lost. Her thigh shook and back arched. It was all he could do to hold on to her as her body milked him.

Gone.

So fucking gone.

He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and growled out her name. His bones fucking melted as he finally let go. When his vision cleared again, and the bed stopped vibrating from the punishing storm, he became aware of her labored breath and the pink neon light washing over her perfect tits.

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sp; His cock was still lodged inside of her. It didn’t want to be let go any more than he did. In fact, if he could find a way to stay just like this for the next few days, he’d be happy.

She was boneless and quiet. Both oddly discomforting. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Denver not in a frenetic state. And if not moving, she was usually intently focused on something else.

He grabbed the condom at the base of his dick and slid away from her. Immediately she curled into herself and covered her head with her arm.

Shit.

That was not what he wanted as a reaction. At all.

He quickly tied off the condom and crossed to the bathroom to dispose of it, then detangled himself from his twisted-as-fuck jeans. He flipped them over the shower curtain rod with his shirt and cleaned up before returning to the bedroom with a washcloth and towel.

She pressed her face farther into the pillow as he smoothed the rough washcloth down her back.

“Den, come on.”

She shook her head.

He rolled her onto her back and fought with her to open her arms for him. “Don’t be a spoiled brat.”

Her brown eyes blazed up at him. “Excuse me?”

“I just pounded the hell out of you.”

“Fuck off, Ry. I’m not some dainty emo chick you have to take care of.”

He dragged her up into his arms. “No, you’re my best friend. And I was rough.”

She was stiff in his embrace for a long time, but he waited her out. It was becoming a thing between them.

He figured he better get used to it. Because this wasn’t going to be the only time he was inside her. No way, not after he knew what she felt like, smelled like—fuck, what she tasted like.

Finally, her arms came up and around his back and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder.

“Den—”

“Can we just not?” She nuzzled down closer to his chest. “I don’t want to psychoanalyze this. Please?”

“We don’t have to.”

“Good.”

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