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“I...I want you inside of me.”
He smiled, wicked, naughty. Thrilling. “I am inside of you.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Say what you mean.”
“I don’t...”
“You want my cock?” She nodded, biting her lip hard. “Then tell me.”
Heat flooded her face—embarrassment and arousal. So silly when she was being so intimate with him. When they’d done even more only a half hour ago, why couldn’t she say what she wanted? Why was it so hard to be honest? With him? With herself?
“I want your cock inside of me,” she said, the words coming out in a rush.
He cupped her chin, held her face steady while he kissed her deep. He withdrew his fingers from her and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom and depositing her on the center of the bed, pushing his underwear down his legs and coming to join her.
He parted her thighs and gripped his thick erection, pressing himself to the entrance of her body, guiding himself in slowly.
She arched, a harsh cry escaping her lips as he filled her. Stretched her. She felt so close, so needy—incredibly, considering what had happened earlier. But she couldn’t get enough of him.
She’d been waiting for this, for him, all of her life.
As soon as she had the thought, she pushed it away. She pushed everything away. The barrier she kept between herself and the world.
She forgot to feel shame. She forgot to curb her emotions. She forgot to be quiet and dignified. Instead she clung to his shoulders, dug her nails into his skin and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Instead she bit his neck and cried out her pleasure, riding the wave of pleasure to ecstasy. He pounded hard into her body until he stiffened, a hoarse cry on his lips as he found his own pleasure, as he poured himself into her.
Afterward she lay there, shaking. Feeling vulnerable and exposed. Like a creature that had been dragged out of its den and forced into the sunlight, uncovered, unprotected.
And she started retreating as quickly as possible. Did her best to try and rebuild her defense system.
But his arms were around her and he was kissing her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her breast. It made it impossible to retreat fully. Because he was holding her captive.
“You can’t possibly want to do that again,” she said. “I’m completely spent.”
“That’s one of the perks of younger men,” he said, pinching her nipple lightly. “We can go all night.”
“I can’t. I’m exhausted.” Physically, she could have him again. She already wanted him. How could she ever get tired of a man like him?
But emotionally? She didn’t have the strength. Because he’d done something to her. It was more than unleashing a wild part of herself she hadn’t known existed. It was more than just sex. She was stripped naked, down to her soul, and there was no way she could go through any more just yet.
It was all starting to catch up with her. The reality of her actions, from the moment she’d met him until she’d told him so bluntly what she’d wanted from him.
