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His eyes stayed focused on hers as one hand traveled leisurely down her body, leaving a trail of heat as it went, and after a prolonged stop at her breasts, he continued down her stomach and lower until his hand slid under the waistband of her shorts. His fingers came to rest between her thighs, and he began to slowly and gently stroke, parting her, his fingers seeking and finding warm, damp flesh. Again he lowered his lips to her breast, and the rhythmic pull of his mouth fell into sync with the movement of his fingers.
She rolled onto her side and pulled his face to hers to kiss him again. Still, he kept his hand at her core, never ceasing the gentle, rhythmic caresses that threatened to consume her, making her feel as if her body was on fire. She lowered one hand until she found the opening in his boxers, and slid her hand in to caress the hard length of him, slowly and tentatively, until he groaned against her lips.
The sound of his pleasure emboldened her, and she stroked with more confidence. He groaned again, louder this time, and gently moved her hand away.
“If you keep doing that, this will be over long before either of us wants it to be.”
She nipped at his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth, and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding his head steady to deepen the kiss. His hand, still nestled between her legs, moved faster and more insistently. She hooked her leg over his hip, drawing him closer, and gasped when she felt one of his fingers ease inside of her, and then another.
She was nearly panting now, the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her, her muscles clenching around them almost too much to bear. He stopped suddenly and sat up, then slowly slid her shorts and panties the rest of the way down her legs, tossing them to the floor to join her top.
For a moment he just stared, and she felt the warmth of a blush as it spread along her skin.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked.
She smiled, and he bent to place soft, warm kisses on her stomach. She ran her hands through his hair as his mouth rose to her breasts, and she lifted his head so he would look at her.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” she murmured, and tugged him up so they were once again face to face.
She held his face in her hands, and they kissed slowly and lovingly. They broke the kiss and stared at each other, embracing the intensity and intimacy of the moment, and his eyebrows rose.
“Um, don't move. I'll be right back.”
She shook her head. “You’re not going anywhere.” She knew what he was about, and reached for her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom.
He grinned, and they both sat up. When he removed his boxers, she slowly unrolled the condom onto him and then stroked him up and down. He sighed and playfully pinned her to the bed, then lifted himself onto his elbows, kissing her passionately and settling between her legs. She lifted her hips, silently telling him what she wanted, and reached down to grasp him.
He shook his head and smiled. “We're almost there. Don't rush it.”
He kissed her neck and worked his way back down to her breasts, going from one to the other with his mouth while his hand traveled lower, bringing her to the brink of climax.
“I don't want to wait anymore,” she said breathlessly. “I want you inside of me.”
He raised himself up, his smile replaced by a look of raw need. “Say it again.”
“I want you inside—”
In an instant, she felt the length of him slide smoothly into her. For a moment she couldn't breathe, couldn't move, as her body stretched to accommodate him.
“Lizzy? Are you okay?”
She opened her eyes and nodded, but neither moved. He lowered his lips to hers, and after a lengthy, heated kiss, his hips gave a subtle hitch. He pushed up on his hands and watched himself move out of her and then back in, then his gaze traveled to her face.
He began to move slightly faster, his thrusts growing heavier, and as the demands of her body grew, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He lowered his head, grazing her neck with his teeth, and then changed the angle of his thrusts, canting against her in a way that made her breath catch.
He leaned on one arm as his hand slipped between them and stroked over her swollen flesh, and when her body clenched around his, she couldn't stop from crying out. Moments later he reached his release, his head thrown back and his hips joined to hers, and continued to thrust at an unhurried pace.
She kissed his shoulder and neck and any other patch of skin she could reach. His lips met hers, and they kissed until their breathing slowed and returned to normal.
Rolling away from her, he climbed out of bed but was back very quickly, and immediately wrapped her in his arms. They kissed lovingly, deeply, but without the urgency that had consumed them earlier.
“Good morning again,” he said quietly.
“Good morning.”
“Are you okay?”
She kissed his chest. “Yes. I'm very okay.”
