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I can do that. I turn so my neck is to him.

He understands my request. He presses his lips to my neck as he pulls my body against his.

My eyes flutter closed. It's almost too much, already. I want him too badly, already.

Is this how normal people feel? No wonder they make terrible sexual decisions all the time. This is fucking amazing.

A moan falls from my lips as he pulls me against his hard-on.

He kisses a line down my neck, brings his hands to my hips, turns me around, so we're eye to eye.

For a split second, I look up at him. I try to find intention in his green eyes, but I only find desire.

It's intoxicating.

I bring my lips to his.

He kisses back with the perfect mix of need and patience. He meets me halfway, soft where I need that, hard where I need that.

I fall into the back and forth, my tongue playing with his, my hands curling into his skin. I'm a horny teenager, lost in the bliss of making out, happy to kiss and touch for hours without any expectation of more.

Only I want more. I want everything.

I pull back with a sigh. He does away with his t-shirt and lowers me onto the bed.

My body responds before my brain has a chance. My brain is already slowing down, letting my thoughts dissolve. The same zen state I reach when I race.

There's only me and my body.

Only here, there's me and my body and his body and an intense desire to enjoy his body.

I turn onto my side and tangle my legs in his.

He toys with me as he kisses me, his palm on my breast, his thumb against my nipple.

He's good at this. Way too good at this.

It's intense, almost too intense, but that feels good in its own way.

Only, I have no idea how to respond. I feel too good to respond. I can't stop to consider what he wants, how to give as much as I take. I'm too wracked with bliss.

Sensation overwhelms me as he toys with me again and again.

I surrender to the feeling for minutes. Hours maybe. I'm not sure. Finally, my anticipation slows, and I find my footing enough to push him onto his back and climb on top of him.

I kiss him here. I roll my hips against his.

"Slow down." He lets out a low groan and digs his fingers into my thighs. "Or I'll come too fast."

My entire body buzzes. Yes. I want that. I want to make him come. It sounds so obvious like this, but I've never felt the desire before. I've never craved a man's orgasm.

It was… obvious. Expected. Of course, he'd come. That's how it always goes.

But right now?

I need it. I need it so fucking badly.

"Fuck me." The words fall off my lips. It's easy. Too easy, but I don't care about that either. I only care about finding satisfaction. "Please."

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