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The sensation inside me is building. My orgasm is coming, deep and big, and I know it will shatter me.

I can barely think of the pride of making Eli speechless in bed when the force of it barrels through me and I scream. “Eli, I— I’m… Ahhhhh.”

The pleasure that ripples through me doesn’t stop. Everything inside me pulses and vibrates with sensation. My core is throbbing. My clit is pulsing. My womb is aching and thudding with pleasure I’ve never felt before.

I gasp, fighting to suck in air.

“Fuck. Bright. Fuck!” I hear Eli’s chants, and he releases one of my knees and finds my clit, rubbing and playing my body like an instrument.

He recites my name, pumping furiously, finding a new rhythm, drawing out my orgasm until I can’t decide if it’s the longest one in the history of sex or if I’m on number three.

“Eli. Oh God, Eli, Oh…”

I’m wrung out. My body welcomes him for another thrust before he pushes, hitting me at my deepest, most intimate place, and he comes. I feel his heat scorch me.

His body falls on me, his mouth at my ear, and I wrap him up with my arms. Looping my calf over his ass, I urge him to rock as our breaths fight to return to normal. He kisses my neck, just under my ear.

“You’ve ruined me, Brighton.” It’s a whisper. A vow. He moves slowly inside me. “Absolutely fucking ruined me.”

My smile almost hurts my face, but it’s my heart that explodes. Every dream, every fantasy, I’ve ever had. My Eli—wanting me, loving me, ruined by me. The shards of what was left of defenses are so obliterated, there’s no wall left for him to climb.

I squeeze him one more time, long and tight.

“Never letting you go, darlin’,” he says on an exhale.

When our breathing has returned to normal, he rolls to his back and drags me up his body. My wet hair curtains us as I look down at him. I study his face. Not stolen glances, not covert glimpses. But truly consider it. The lines at his eyes are deeper.

I trace my fingers over his jaw and his lips. My eyes follow my touch. Until I still, holding his gaze. “How long?”

“How long what, Bright?”

“How long have you wanted me?” It won’t be as long as I’ve wanted him but I need to know.

“A while. I can’t say when it started. It’s built over years. The attraction has always been there.” His eyes roam my face. “Baby, you’re stunning. You were a looker long before you were legal. It was hard not to look at you. Though the age gap helped, because I was otherwise distracted.”

Anger and jealousy war within me. “Otherwise distracted is code for fucked a lot of women?”

He reaches up to peck my lips. “I wasn’t a virgin when we met, Bright. And the rest of that I won’t answer while you’re naked on top of me.”

I growl and slide my pussy over his softening length, feeling his cum leak from me. “So, when did you decide I was worth it, Elias?”

He lifts his hips, as if instinctively, as his eyes roll back in his head. “You’d have been a formidable litigator had you not chosen to go the vet route, you know that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I continue to glide around his length, not giving him more, not able to take more either.

“No offense, darlin’, but that feels incredible. I finally—finally—have you, and you’re naked in bed.” He pauses and refocuses on my face. “You’ve got to give me some credit for being able to form a coherent thought when I’m looking up at you like this. All that’s enough, but no makeup, no pretense, no wall between us. I should get an award for being able to think at all.”

I reach up and place a palm on his chest. My eyes follow my hand as it traces his pecs. He shivers as I do. “How long have you wanted me?”

“Years.”

I pull back to look him in the eyes. “When did you decide I was worth it?”

“You were never not worth it.” He lifts just as I slide my pussy back around him. He’s hot and it feels so good.

I pull back. “Why now then?”

“You’re torturing me. This is duress.”

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