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Had he been comforting me through it, making my body subconsciously react less to it?
“You okay?” Sway asked as my leg draped all the way over his hip, meeting the mattress on the other side as I slid on top of him, then pressed back.
The blankets fell away, pooling behind me, exposing me to him completely, illuminated just by the moonlight streaming through the windows.
A slow, deep breath escaped Sway as his head shook a little on the pillow. Almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, that I was there.
His fingers started to trace up and down my thighs as I felt his cock starting to harden beneath me.
My own need was growing, but in a slow, steady way, not the urgent way that made me ache to have him inside of me as soon as possible.
It felt deeper than that.
But my hips rocked against his hardness. Slowly. Just a barely-there friction as Sway’s hands kept moving over me, then getting a little faster as his hands went to my hips, forcing them to move.
My head fell back as I started to feel the need overtake me.
Reaching down, I guided his cock toward me.
“Baby…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I have an implant,” I told him. “I need to really feel you,” I added, hearing the savage little curse he said in response to that as I felt the head of his cock press against me, then slide inside.
I took him one inch at a time, getting lost in the feel of him inside of me. Without any barriers. Something new for me, but it felt right. With him. Considering I’d never felt like this for anyone else.
“Fuck, baby,” Sway hissed as his cock was finally settled deep, my walls tightening around him.
“Yeah,” I sighed, knowing the feeling.
Leaning forward, I came over him, sealing my lips to his as I started to move, slow little circles that had me whimpering against his lips as the pleasure started to grow.
Sway’s arm anchored around my hips as he started to thrust up into me, shallow, fast movements that had me rushing toward that cliff.
My forehead pressed to his as a moan escaped me, as I felt teetered on that edge.
“Come for me,” Sway demanded, hips thrusting as mine circled one more time before the orgasm slammed through me, stealing my breath, and seemingly the strength in every bone of my body as I collapsed into him as the waves kept crashing and crashing.
I was still whimpering through the waves when Sway rolled me onto my back, surging inside of me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Somehow managing to turn one orgasm into another before I could even wrap my head around the possibility.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, not done with me, fucking me relentlessly, giving my body no choice but to follow his lead, to be driven up once again. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Come for me,” he demanded. “Yes,” he said when I felt my head shaking, like I couldn’t, even as I felt it start again, deep, in the base of my spine, then spreading outward until it overtook me completely.
“Baby, no,” he said as he got closer, as my legs and arms wrapped him up, holding him tight as he tried to pull away. “I’m gonna come,” he warned, like that might change my mind.
It didn’t.
“I want you to come inside me,” I whispered, watching as his eyes went molten as he slammed deep, his body tensing as he came.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his body shaking a bit with the intensity of his release, as I felt the heat of him inside of me, and being even more sure of so many things at that moment.
In him.
In my feelings for him.
Because I never would have allowed this before. Unprotected sex at all, let alone to feel him come inside of me, to feel a weird rightness to it.
My arms and legs tightened around him as his weight pressed into me, his head buried in my neck as he tried to slow his ragged breathing.
Once he was recovered, he rolled us both onto our sides, bodies still holding on.
“You know,” he said, a little smirk toying with his lips. “We’re supposed to have talk about tests and shit before that happens. Or so I hear. Because I don’t let that happen.”
“Me either,” I agreed. “I guess… I trusted that if there was some reason not to, you would have said so.”
“I would have. But there’s nothing to worry about. Before I hung up my… what did you call it? Slut-cut?” he asked, smiling big at me in the dark, and I did vaguely remember making that reference once after someone told a story about him with several girls in the elevator.
“Yeah.”
“Right. Before I hung up my slut-cut to give monogamy a go, I got tested every six months or so. And I practically have stock in a condom company at this point. There’s nothing to worry about. So, an implant, huh?” he asked, tracing a hand down my arm, feeling for the tiny little raised spot. “So we can do this as much as we want then…”
