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“Hush. You know we need to go slow.”

“And if I don't want to?”

Jesus fucking Christ. With those words alone, I notched further inside of her, my tip sliding past her entrance. I hissed and dropped my forehead to her chest. Why the fuck was she still wearing a T-shirt? Why couldn't I take her fucking nipples into my mouth right now? I glanced longingly at the pert tip poking through the lace of her bra and her T-shirt, trying to get access to my mouth.

I know exactly how you feel my friend.

With a frustrated growl, I leaned over and sucked her through the cotton and lace and pulled deep just as I swiveled my hips and sank the full length of my cock into her.

She was all heat, soft glide, slick wetness, and bliss.

Her hands sank into my hair again, tugging sharply, and I lifted my gaze to watch her. Fucking hell, was I hurting her?

Her eyes were wide, but not with pain. With pleasure and desire and something else I couldn't quite name. With her gaze focused on me, her lips tipped into a soft smile. And I rewarded her with a slight retreat and a sharp hitch forward. Her lips formed that O expression again.

“You like that?”

I slid my lips over hers before pulling back and doing away with both her T-shirt and bra. With her tits exposed to me, I was going to play.

I palmed her breasts, teasing a nipple with my thumb, fully intending to bend down and suck the other peak into my mouth, when she started to squeeze me. I could feel her little Kegel movements. A long pull followed by short, pulsing ones.

And fuck me, a bolt of electricity started to sneak up my spine. I tried like hell to ward off the impending orgasm. I tried to think of cricket stats. What could be more boring than cricket? Except that wasn't working because I could feel the orgasm barreling toward me.

I was caught between tucking my face into her neck and fucking her for all I was worth and slowing down, taking my time, making this last.

But I was too far gone. I wasn't going to make it. She knew it. I knew it. When I lifted my gaze to meet hers, she had that exultant smile on her face again. The one that said she was going to get what she wanted. And who was I to deny her? I leaned down and licked her nipple, which made her gasp.

“I know what you're doing, and I'll give you what you want. You want it hard and fast. I'm so far gone it's all I can give you. But we're not done. We are far from done, princess.”

“Are you going to come inside me, Lachlan?”

I blinked at her words filtered through the two brain cells I had left. Come inside her. Come inside— Fucking hell, I wasn't wearing a condom. We both knew it. That should have doused me with a cold splash of water. But it didn't.

“Would you like that? Would it be a disaster if you were pregnant? Or would you like it?” I punctuated my question with a sharp rock of my hips.

Saff gasped. “N-no. Not a disaster.”

Her eyes were clear and bored straight into my soul. Not a disaster. And suddenly it was all I wanted. I could see her round with my child. After all, hadn't I gone down this path without the condom in the first place?

“You're such a dirty girl. You want me to fuck a baby into you because I want to come inside you so bad.”

And then Saff did something I didn't expect. She dropped her legs around my waist and locked them. Giving me no room to escape. She wanted this. She wanted us.

“Yes, Lachlan, yes. I want you to come inside me. Please, I'm begging you.”

With my hand palming her breast, I pinched a nipple slightly, tugging playfully. I reached my other hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and bringing her to the edge. Her fingers were clamped on my back, sliding into my hair, tugging, pulling, and her lips were against my skin, begging.

I could feel the telltale pulsing around my cock. She was coming. Oh Jesus, she was coming and it felt divine.

This time when the electricity started clawing its way up my spine, threatening to blow me apart, I went with the feeling. I didn't fight it. I just wrapped my arms around her softness and dug my face into her neck. And as I made love to her, I let the ecstasy take me until there was nothing left but bliss.

* * *

Lachlan

I wokeup to Saff's scent enveloping me and her heat wrapped around me. “Good morning," I murmured.

She was snoring inelegantly, and I had to smile. Her hair was fanned up on the satin pillowcase. Sometime after our third round, she’d grabbed a satin scrunchie and piled her curls on top of her head. When I’d asked her about the pillowcase, she said her hair needed a lot more moisture than mine did.

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