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When my orgasm hits me, I feel like I’m being torn in two. I clench my eyes closed tightly and scream his name.
He doesn’t let up, though. He continues his assault, wringing another orgasm out of me. Or maybe it’s just an extension of the first.
“Are you protected?” he asks, his face still buried between my legs.
“Huh?”
“Do I need a condom? I’m clean. I would never put you in that position. And you know it’s been a while for me.”
“I’m clean. I have an IUD.”
“Want me to use a condom?”
He’s now kissing up my body and when he looks down into my eyes I see the sincerity in his question. If I want him to use protection, he will. No questions asked. But I trust him. Maybe it’s naïve and stupid, but I do.
“I want to feel all of you.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I promise, kissing him and tasting myself on his tongue. It’s something I’ve never done before and it lights something new inside me. A lot of firsts for me tonight.
I reach between us, gripping him and stroking up and down.
His eyes close briefly. “Fuck,” he groans.
“I want to feel you inside me, all of you,” I repeat.
With one swift thrust, he enters me. I don’t know who grunts or moans or curses or speaks in tongues. Possibly, likely, both of us.
He lifts up onto his knees, bringing my calves to rest on his shoulders and licks his thumb before flicking it against my center, making me explode from the inside out.
I try to touch him. Any part of him I can grasp and hold.
“I need to kiss you. Fuck,” he growls.
And then I’m up, in his lap with us still connected, my legs now tangled in his. The kiss is clumsy at best. We’re all tongues and teeth and lips, fighting for dominance.
He kisses his way down to my chest and I arch my back, giving him access to my breasts. I never realized how sensitive my nipples were until Cash gave them so much attention. Now I can’t get enough.
He continues his punishing rhythm, driving in and out of me in smooth, powerful thrusts until we’re both cresting over the edge.
“Hadley!” he cries out, slamming hard into me with a final groan.
After a few moments, we untangle ourselves and sprawl our spent bodies on his bed, our chests both heaving, bodies slick with sweat.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“Four?” he asks and I try to playfully slap him but I don’t have the energy.
“I told you it’d been a while.”
He grins and gives me a sweet kiss. “Want to clean up?”
“Yeah.” I nod and scoot off the bed as gingerly and carefully as I can. He joins me in the bathroom as if we’d done this a thousand times before, wetting a wash cloth and helping to clean me up along with himself. He leaves me to use the toilet and I do my business quickly, washing my hands after.
When I get to his room, he’s lying on top of the covers like some Greek God, his dark hair mussed up, olive skin still glistening.
“Want some dessert?” he asks, his eyes running up and down my body in a heated gaze.
