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I laughed.
Then I did what I told myself I wouldn’t.
I forgave him. Then I kissed him.
Things got a little rambunctious after that.
Clothes departed our bodies at an alarming rate—I should’ve asked him how he got so good at removing women’s clothes but decided against it. The less I knew about his previous sex life, the better.
Mind thoroughly in the present, I moaned when his mouth went to my neck, his tongue drawing a line from my collarbone to my jawline.
When he got to my jawline, he nipped it with his teeth.
“My turn,” he growled.
I was slightly confused because he was rolling me off of him, but turning me in such a way that he could inspect my back.
“Your turn… what?” I asked.
Damn, I didn’t have the brainpower to think past the feeling that was traveling through my veins.
“Your turn to get inspected,” he said. “Don’t think that I forgot.”
Then he was shucking my shirt off my head unceremoniously. There was nothing sexy in the way he did it at all.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he saw what was likely bruising.
“Is it bad?” I asked.
It felt tender, that was for sure.
Tomorrow, I’d likely be sore as hell.
“It’s not good,” he rumbled from behind me. “Unbutton your pants.”
I did, and he stripped my jean shorts off moments later, leaving me in a bra and my thong.
“Yeah, it’s gonna hurt something fierce tomorrow.” He trailed his finger down the length of my spine.
I knew that it wasn’t meant to be sexual, but when he touched me, my body had a mind of its own.
“Gonna have a doozy of a bruise here,” he said as he stopped right above my tailbone. “Fuckin’ fuck. If I could kill him, and get away with it right now, I might.”
He might.
That made me smile as I went from flat on my belly to up on my knees, with my ass high in the air.
“How about we stop worrying about what tomorrow will bring, and instead do right now. Because I really need to get to bed because I have to work tomorrow bright and early,” I said.
“You just said we shouldn’t worry about tomorrow,” he countered as he smoothed his hands over the globes of my ass.
When his hands encountered the fabric of my thong, he hooked his hands into the flimsy material and yanked.
I gasped when they went from on my body to falling in a pool of useless fabric between my legs.
“Wake!” I cried. “Those were really expensive!”
As in, a hundred bucks that I’d bought just for him, expensive.
“I’ll replace them,” he said.
I felt the heat of his breath on my ass when he slid his head between my legs.
“Drop down to sit on my face,” he ordered.
I bit my lip, dropped my head so that I could see what he was doing, and sat there sort of stunned at what I saw.
His shoulders were butted up against the backs of my thighs, and my shins were draped over his muscular biceps.
“Wake, no!” I tried to crawl away, but he moved so that his arms were around my waist, locking me in place with very little effort.
Then, I was sitting on his face.
Literally, all of my weight was on my folded legs and his face.
I gasped, my hands going down to the first thing I could find purchase in—his hair—and stilled.
“Wake, I’m too heavy.” I tried to control the worry, but it wasn’t helping.
“Baby,” he said between licks. “I’d rather suffocate between your thighs than die any other way. Now let me enjoy myself.”
He proceeded to do that.
Thoroughly.
When I fell over onto my back long minutes later, after an orgasm that took my breath away, I didn’t even notice the pain.
What I did notice was the tightness of Wake’s pants, which he promptly stripped off.
Then, standing there in all his naked glory, he took me in with a satisfied look in his eyes.
“Damn, baby,” he said as he crawled back onto the bed. “Satisfaction looks good on you.”
I didn’t think that I could take anymore.
Honestly, I didn’t.
But then he was situating himself behind me, me once again on my knees, and sliding inside.
I closed my eyes as my hands clenched on the bedspread underneath me.
The first long glide of his cock inside of me felt like magic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I breathed into the comforter.
He chuckled, keeping his thrusts slow as he effortlessly fucked me. Nice and sweet.
There was no aggression whatsoever in his lovemaking today.
Only straight control.
At least until the end, when he started to fuck me faster.
I closed my eyes as I let the strokes take me over.
Higher and higher I went until I felt myself start to tighten around him.
“Thank fuck,” he growled as I felt him tense as well.
Then we were coming, together as one.
His hands tightened on my hips, and my eyes squeezed shut so tightly that I saw stars.
