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“Rob.” His name falls from my lips when he trails his fingers over my pussy. “Please.”
“Is this what you want, baby?” He slowly enters me from behind, and I’m drowning in him. With one arm around my waist, he encircles my throat with the other. “Keep your hands right there. Don’t move.”
The pressure of his arms is featherlight, but with his cock buried deep inside me, I’m grounded. My head spins. I’ve never been this vulnerable during sex, not since...
I pinch my eyes closed and tense at the unwelcome memory.
“Marcy,” he whispers against my ear. “Breathe.”
I exhale the breath I’d been holding, and Rob withdraws. He drives deep when I gasp. His teeth graze my shoulder, making me shiver as he pounds into me. Over and over, he takes control and pushes me higher. His hand presses on my lower abdomen, fingers skimming my sex.
The build is slower, more intimate, but Rob has me. Holds me close. His whispered endearments soothe me, his dirty words stoke the flame burning inside me.
I’ve never felt this before. This bond forged by pleasure and trust. I bask in it.
Rob pulls me away from the wall and lays me on the bed facing him. My pussy aches at the loss of his cock, but before I can protest, he’s filling me again, deeper still.
His mouth covers mine, and I wrap my arms around him. The kiss consumes me.
My legs encircle his waist, and I ride the waves of pleasure, bucking my hips in tandem with his thrusts. I want all of him, every last drop of his being, bound to me.
Throughout years of longing, I feared I would never experience the passion I knew Rob possessed. I fought against it. Convinced myself he could never feel the same.
Lies. All of it. Why did I waste so much time?
Another orgasm crests, and Rob murmurs my name when he follows with his own release. He rolls to his side and pulls me against him.
After a few quiet moments, Rob presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Never better.” I nestle closer and drape myself across him. This I could get used to...the quiet moment of repose between bursts of pleasure. With Rob. Only with him.
He trails his finger across my bare arm. “You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll make you something.” Rob kisses me softly on the lips and climbs out of bed.
I stretch across the mattress and watch him leave. Who has an ass like that? So squeezable.
Rob grabs his towel and turns, catching me red-handed. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
He huffs. “I’ve never looked at you like that.”
“You just did. Right before you ate my pussy like a man starved.”
“I did.” He chuckles. “Fine. Stare all you want. I guess it’s yours now anyway.”
“Oh? So does that mean I can smack your ass in front of my brother?” I laugh at the look of horror on his face.
“Within reason, Marcy. Geezus, we’re not animals in heat.”
I crawl on all fours toward the end of the bed. “Speak for yourself.”
“No.” Rob holds his hand up, warding me off. “I’m making breakfast. Save that insatiable lust for later.”
I pout, but the growling in my stomach agrees with Rob. “Fine.”
