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I did. Over and over, I slid him between my legs without actually taking him in, working us up so hard and fast sweat glistened on our bodies.
“Goddamn, Anne,” he said. “You’re amazing.” In one quick movement, he hauled me around, switching our positions in a blink.
My spine kissed the mattress, and he leaned over to his nightstand, rolling a condom on faster than I could catch my breath. He settled between my thighs, holding himself up with one arm by my head, the other massaging my hip.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I melted a little more.
“Absolutely,” I said, and rolled my hips against him for good measure.
His eyes shuttered before he slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me, the taste of me still coating his tongue.
Slowly, he guided himself to my heat, inching in just a bit.
I moaned, gripping his back, my heart racing. I was so sensitive, so stretched out with need I knew it was only going to be seconds before I came again.Hedid that to me. Walked me right up to the edge only to dance with me there like we had all the time in the world. It made me ultra-sensitive to every single move he made, every worshiping touch or claiming kiss.
“How’s this?” he asked, sinking in another inch, going slow to give my body time to adjust to the size of him.
“God, yes,” I answered, urging him in farther by hooking a leg around his lower back.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I’m trying to go slow.”
I reached up and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before releasing it. “I don’t need you to go slow. I need you to fuck me.”
He trembled above me. “So demanding.” He smirked, sliding an arm beneath my lower back, hauling my hips up higher so he could slide in at a deeper angle until he bottomed out inside me.
“James,” I moaned, arching against him. God, he felt good. All hard heat inside me, filling me and stretching me in the best possible way. “Yes.” I rolled my hips, taking liberties from the angle he held me in, rocking against him while he held absolutely still.
“God, you feel good,” I said, clinging to him as I chased my pleasure, feeling it build and swirl inside me until I could almost taste it.
He pulled all the way out only to glide right in again. “You feel amazing,” he said, doing it over again. “All slick and hot for me.”
My breath hitched, every pump from him at that angle driving me closer and closer to release. He drew back enough to look down between us, his eyes flaring at where we connected only to return focus to me.
“Look at you,” he said, pumping into me, watching every expression that fluttered over my face. “Look at how well you take my cock.”
Sweet heavens, this man was going to be the end of me. How could he possibly be the perfect combination of proper southern politeness during the day and proper sinful delight at night?
He drew all the way out, leaving just the tip in for a few moments until I looked down between us. Lava streaked through my veins at the sight, at the way he was playing my body like an instrument he’d mastered. He plunged in again, sending heat spiraling all throughout my body, plucking every nerve ending awake with the sweetest song.
Over and over, he sank into me before pulling out, stringing me up with crackling need that threatened to consume me.
I was his to play.
I was his to own.
I was his in a way I’d never been anyone else’s.
“You’re there,” he said, his voice as ragged as my breathing. “I can feel you clenching me so damn good.”
I pulsed around him, my pleasure on the cusp of exploding. “James, I’m…I’m…”
I couldn’t make out the words. I couldn’t think straight. Not when he bottomed out and ground against my oversensitive clit. Not when he hauled me as close to him as humanly possible and pistoned his hips—
“God,” I moaned as pleasure ripped from my body, splintering me in the most beautiful way. Warmth slicked my thighs as he pumped me from one orgasm right into another, drawing out the pleasure until I cried out his name.
“Fuck,” he groaned, chasing my orgasm with his own until he gently rolled us to our sides as we caught our breath.
Apprehension washed over me, threatening to steal every ounce of joy inside me at the moment. My body remembered this moment, remembered that now was the time he’d hop out of bed and hunt down a drink or a hit or a shower.
