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“Every night. Every night I watched that video you sent me,” he said, slipping a finger inside her. “I think about being with you like this. I think about your wetness on my fingers and your breath on my neck.”
She let out the tiniest sound, her eyes fluttering closed, but he wanted more from her, wanted to see her lose control. When he slid his finger out to circle her clit, she exhaled on a moan, her mouth going slack. And that was more like it. She was so slick, he pushed two and then three fingers into her, curling them up to find the spot that made her body spasm under him. Her breathing sped up, and she didn’t need to tell him she was close, but she did anyway.
“You’re going to make me come.” She opened her eyes and looked at him as she let go, the most gorgeous pink taking over her body.
Without leaving the bed, he stretched over to the nightstand and yanked open the drawer, rooting around for the box of condoms.
“Use those a lot?” She gave him a stiff raise of her brow.
“Wishful thinking.” He ripped off his underwear and sat back on his heels to put on a condom, but as he fiddled with the plastic square, Bronte wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him with a perfect mix of hard and slow. “Here,” he said, handing the condom to her. “Since you seem so sure of yourself.”
Once she had it on, she guided him to her, and they let out matching sighs as he slid inside, thrusting experimentally, rocking his hips until she arched up and into him. She reached her hands around to his ass, begging for more, and he lifted her leg, pressing it to her chest with his shoulder. Her breathing stuttered, a mixture of nonsense words and moans of pleasure rolling off her beautiful tongue. When he bent to suck on her nipple, her body shook underneath him, and he needed to see her when she came for the first time with him inside. “Baby, open your eyes. Look at me.”
She did, and they were dark and dilated with desire, but only for a moment before she closed her eyes again. He thrust hard into her. “Open, Bronte.”
When they snapped open, she held his stare as she fell apart underneath him, whispering his name. He had done it. He had claimed her, and if he could, he’d press pause on his life and live in the moment forever. Because that right there was what he wanted for the rest of his life. Him and Bronte together.
