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He felt it coming. Her muscles grew taut, her hands tensed in his hair, and suddenly she rolled up, the top half of her body curling up over him so quickly he had to shift and turn to keep contact with her pussy—and then he felt the beautiful spasms rolling through her core.
A quick rush of her juices washed over his tongue. He stayed on her, slowing his ministrations, easing her to the end of her climax, until he felt her muscles softening again. She stayed curled over him, breathless and loose now. Dex wrapped her in his arms and laid her back on the pillows, following her so he could lie over her and watch her lovely face as she returned to reality.
When she did, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. “Wow.”
He couldn’t help but answer her smile with one of his own.
Her hands came up, and he felt her fingers on his beard. “You have amazing dimples. I love your beard—even more now than I did—but it’s sad when it gets thick enough to hide the dimples.”
“You want me to shave?”
“You’d shave for me?”
He nodded.
But she shook her head. “I know it helps keep your face warm for winter riding.” Her smile became shyly coy. “And, um, it feels really good. When we’re close like this I can still see them. So I’ll just think of them as only for me.”
“I like that.”
“Me, too.” Her hips shifted beneath him. “You know what else I think I’ll like?”
“I hope it’s the same thing I will.”
“You need a condom.”
“And I have one.” With a quick kiss on her mouth, Dex pushed off of her and then off the bed. He stood at the side, trying not to be undone by the sight of her beautiful body as he collected a condom from his wallet and rid himself of the rest of his clothes.
Standing there, watching her as she studied him, seeing her eyes flare wide as they got to his hips, he released the condom from its package and rolled it on.
She watched him do it and licked her lips.
“Tell me what you like,” he said. His voice sounded odd in his ears, deeper and rougher than its normal tone.
A flicker of doubt went through her eyes as they lifted and met his. “I just want … you. That’s what I like.”
“I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” he persisted.
“Can we work that out later? Can we not get fancy now and just … be together? Connected?”
“Yeah, we can do that.” Missionary position it was, then. He climbed back onto the bed and settled again between her legs. At once, she reached between them with both hands and took hold of his cock. Her touch seared him like a brand. All this time, being wrapped up with her, smelling her, tasting, feeling her responses—her responses to him, to pleasure he brought her—had him sore and throbbing with need. His cock was so sensitive it was like an open wound, and now her hot, soft, graceful, strong hands were on him, and he was going to blow.
Then she shifted, lifting her legs to fold at his hips, and led him to her entrance. As he took over, began pushing into her—slowly, determined to feel, and to make her feel, every atom of pleasure—she took her hands away and clutched his ass instead. Somehow that was even more intense. It was a possessive touch, as if she were claiming him, and Dex could feel himself falling into crazy thoughts again, thoughts driven by lust and need and worry. This need to fuckingconsumeher scared the shit out of him.
As he filled her completely, felt her body envelop him fully, he stopped and let his head sag. It landed on her chest and he stayed like that, trying to get control of himself, of his mind and body, of his soul.
Her hands skimmed up from his ass to his back. She stroked him in long, calming sweeps.
“Dex?”
“I’m okay,” he managed to say, but his voice was hardly more than a grunt. With a deep breath, he tried again. “Don’t let me hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. She was calm, and he could see the trust she had for him—and some worry, too, but not of him.Forhim. The words to say, again, that she shouldn’t trust him, that he was dangerous, were there on the tip of his tongue, but this time, he let them dissolve away. He’d warned her, and she refused to be scared away.
He didn’t want to scare her away. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to deserve her trust, to be worthy of her.
“I want to be who you see,” he said.
“You are,” she answered.
The solution to his worries, of course, was to make that true. If he could.
He was determined to try.
For now, though, he would give her all the pleasure he knew how to give. He coiled her body around his and began to do just that.
