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His movements speed up. His balls slap against my chin. I feel the tension radiate off of him, sense his muscles tense. The very air around us seems to grow heavier with the impending release. The hair on my forearms rises. Static electricity seems to lick across my nerve endings. The ball of heat in my core tightens, curls in on itself. My entire body shudders. My toes curl. He speeds up even more, then growls, "I’m coming, baby. Fuck!"
He begins to pull out, but I close my lips around him and suck.
"Ah, fuck, Lena!" His voice seems stretched in a way I’ve never heard it before. The heat in the space grows even more intense. His body seems to shudder and then, with a low growl, he shoots his load down my throat. He stays there for a second longer, his cock pulsing.Oh hell, I’m going to gag.Before I do, he pulls out. He cups my cheek, and the next second, he’s kissing me, absorbing my breath, swallowing the whine that wells up from deep inside. Then my restraints are gone, my blindfold falls away, and his dark gaze burns into me.
He searches my eyes with his probing, piercing ones, holding me suspended in time—in his arms, under him, with the scent of his cum on my breath. The next second he rolls, taking me with him, so I’m straddling him. His length pulses against my melting center. He grips my hips and raises me enough that I’m positioned exactly over his still erect cock.
"You didn’t take one of those little blue pills, did you?" I murmur.
His brows slash down over his nose.
"It shouldn’t be a completely unexpected question. You just came, and you’re already ready to go, and considering your almost senior citizen status—"
He pistons his hips up and impales me with his hard, throbbing cock.
I gasp, try to speak, but I swear I can feel him in my throat. I thought that was an exaggeration made up by romance authors, but trust me—when you do, you know. I swallow, hold onto his wrists, and gasp.
"You were saying?" he growls in that dark voice that sends shivers of delight rolling up my spine. My thighs clench. I squeeze down on that hard column between my legs, and the muscles of his stomach jump. At least he’s not unaffected by me, either. I should be confident of that by now. But looking at his beautiful features, those carved cheekbones, the hooked nose, that generous lower lip, not to mention the firm jaw, I feel I’m in a dream conjured up by my fevered imagination.
"Less thinking; more fucking," he snaps.
I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. "Good to know your priorities are in the right place."
"You’re my priority, baby. Always. Never forget that." His cock stretches me and his gaze holds me. His fingers massage the curves of my hips. He holds me in place, skewered on that monster cock of his, and I feel so engulfed by him, so overcome with emotion, that a sob wells up. I try to swallow it but he notices it.
"Lena, what’s wrong?" He begins to pull away, but I squeeze my inner walls around him, and grip the outside of his thighs.
"Don’t you dare stop now; you hear me?" I swipe at my cheeks. "I’m a woman. Sex is emotional for me. I’m allowed to cry."
He firms his lips, but to my relief, doesn’t push it. He flips me over again, without slipping out of me—how the hell did he manage that? —then urges me to raise my legs over his shoulders so I’m bent almost in half under him. He sinks in farther, and at this angle, I can feel every ridge of his dick as he bottoms out inside of me. He brushes up against my pelvic walls and it’s so intense, a fresh flood of tears squeezes out from the corners of my eyes.
"Ah, baby." He bends and licks up the moisture, then pushes his forehead into mine. "I love you, my girl. You know that, right?"
I nod. What else can I do? Of course, I’ve known it. But to hear him say it, with emotions crackling deep inside those dark eyes, and while he’s still inside me… This is my personal fantasy, nirvana, a ten in every way, the perfect scene come to life from one of the spicy books I’ve read, a corporate merger executed with such style, with so much panache and heat and… Oh, my god, my thoughts are all over the place.
"Baby?" he whispers. "You okay?"
I shake my head.
"Tell me what you need."
I try to speak, but no words seem to form. My brain cells have all fused into a mass of yearning, a hunger that gnaws at my center. He searches my features, then cups my cheek. He rubs his thumb across my lower lip, before easing it into my mouth. I suck on it, and his gaze intensifies. I bite down, and his cock jumps inside my channel. I can’t stop my lips from curling.
His eyes gleam. He curls his fingers around my throat, applying just enough pressure to hold me in place. Then pulls his other hand from my mouth and slides it down to twine his fingers with mine.
He twists my hand up and over my head, and without taking his gaze off of mine, he begins to thrust up and into me. Long, smooth strokes that jolt my body and move me farther up the bed. The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. He picks up speed, grunting with the effort as he impales me again. His chest planes shift in a tectonic move that makes my mouth water. Sweat gleams across his shoulders. He grits his teeth, and the tendons on his neck stand out in relief. Color flushes his cheeks. He’s the most alive man I’ve ever met. The most vital. The sternest. The most alpha. Most intense. Most… sexy. Most… tender, in his own way. And for the record, no one has ever fucked me with such focus before.
A thousand fires detonate across my skin, and my belly trembles. Sparks gather, whizzing into a tight ball of need in my center. He pulls out, then with a final plunge, he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. My entire body shudders. I squeeze down on his fingers.
"Come with me, Lena. Right now."
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I watch her sleep sprawled on her front, her glorious mane curling around her shoulders and flowing down her back. I wind a thick, silky strand around my fingers, then bend my head and sniff it.
"You’re obsessed with how I smell." She yawns.
