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Quickly, I find the button on his pants and release his full form, his erection swollen and enormous, begging for my body. I reach out a hand to take it again, to pleasure him even more, but he grabs both of my wrists.
"No," he says between gasps of breath. "Not too fast. I want to enjoy you."
I melt to his words and let him take over, let him steer me over to the couch again, to the place where we first made love. He lays me down and climbs on top of me again, his body enveloping me, covering me up. Swallowing me.
His arms caress me, his lips worship me, finding every inch of my skin and tasting it. His teeth find my nipples, and I squirm as a pleasure so powerful, so intense, erupts through me that it's almost painful. He is a god, a master of my body. And I let myself go to him.
His hands find my thighs and force them apart, allowing his fingers to part me, to find me already wet for him. He pinches and tugs at my clit, sending my body spasming, before he finally finds a rhythm. The pleasure builds inside me, and I groan and grind against his touch, needing to release against him. Needing him to set me free.
As my first climax nears, I suck in a breath and brace myself, arching my back and ready to scream his name. But, like the sneaky devil he is, his fingers stop their rhythm.
"No," I gasp, my voice strained and desperate. "What are you doing?"
"I said not too fast," he answers. "I want to enjoy you."
I groan again, but this time out of annoyance. "Fuck you."
He laughs loudly, his taut belly shaking against my leg. "I think that's the first time I've heard you curse like that."
"You deserve it."
"Yeah," he says, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and leaning over me again. "Maybe I do."
His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me again, his tongue tasting every inch of me. Then he hums into my mouth as need begins to build in him, too, his body as desperate for release as mine. But still, he holds himself back, letting the feeling smolder for a little while longer.
My blood pounds through my ears as he pulls away and lets his lips hover above mine. I take in the scent of him, letting it fill my lungs and cloud my mind.
My hands caress his shoulders, feeling the strength and force of his arms, the intensity of his feeling for me. I groan into his mouth again, arching my back and pushing my hips against his belly.
After what feels like forever, he finally leans back and puts his swollen tip at my entrance. Slowly, he enters me, dragging out every pleasurable second. It sends us both reeling.
He begins to pound into me, wanting to make me come. And I can't stop it from happening. Pleasure courses through me, and I scream as my whole body climaxes, my every cell shattering apart and pulling roughly back together.
After a moment, he comes too, filling me with a satisfied moan. He lays down beside me, sweating and gasping for air as his body recovers, and I do the same.
As his breath finally settles, he looks directly at me, his eyes fiercely blue with the same need as before.
He isn't done with me yet.
Later in the afternoon, we manage to make it to my bed, and he holds me in the half-dark of the setting sun. Tightly, so I know he'll never let me go.
Turning over, I say softly, "Brett?"
"Hmm?" he asks, his eyes watching mine closely.
I scoot my head across the pillow, bringing our lips together once more. After all our kissing, mine are starting to feel sore. But I don't care. I refuse to stop.
"Brett…" I say again. "I love you."
"I love you too," he assures me, kissing me hard again. "And I promise I am never going anywhere again."
The glow of the setting sun hums through the window, lighting up the silver streaks in his hair. He is beautiful. He is perfect.
And, after everything that has happened, he is mine.
The End….ish.
