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When I open my eyes, he’s standing, stripping to nothing. He’s chiseled everywhere. Arms, legs, abs. And cock.
I push up on my elbows, shameless as I stare at his dick pointing at me. He’s thick, pulsing. It’s a little terrifying though. After all these years of not wanting sex, is it possible to want it too much?
I am just one sweet ache right now.
The weight of all this desire presses on me as he reaches for his cock and strokes it, showing me how ludicrously turned on he is. “How do you want me?”
I hesitate, unsure how to answer. Everyone says first times are better when the woman is on top. When she’s in control. But I’ve spent far too many waking hours trying to control my own thoughts. In bed, I want to be dominated. To be taken. To be owned.
“Just. Like. This,” I say, looking down at my body, spread out before him.
“Good. Because I want to look at your beautiful face, your gorgeous tits, and your incredible mouth while I fuck you,” he says, then grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on. He positions himself between my thighs. But he stops, freezing in place. When his eyes lock with mine, and I see…guilt.
We’ve not only crossed lines; we’ve willfully vaulted over them. We’re complicit in a crime.
We hold each other’s gazes, knowing that terrible truth without needing to say it. Knowing we’re wrong to come together.
And doing it anyway.
I take my fate in my hands as I sit up, cup his cheeks, and make him look at me. “Have me,” I say firmly. “I’m begging you.”
He shuts his eyes, squeezing them as he grits his teeth. But when he opens his eyes, any resignation is long gone. He’s all fire and need as he rubs the head of his dick against my wetness, then pushes in.
I freeze. It hurts, and it hurts a little more as he goes deeper. “Jules.” He’s so tender. “Are you okay?”
Am I?
Of course I am.
I close my eyes.This is just temporary. It will pass. The pain will float away.
When I open my eyes, the ache is already ebbing. “I’m good,” I say, meaning it.
He growls, arching a doubtful brow. “Are you sure?”
“Please don’t stop,” I say.
He gives a slow thrust, since he can’t seem to resist my request. In one hour, I’ve learned that basic truth about him. He wants to smother me in pleasure, and I want to be blanketed.
He pauses, and I breathe deeply, then shudder past the fullness, the intensity, and just revel in the goodness. “I love this,” I say, my voice trembling.
“Yeah?”
“I do,” I gasp out.
I’m so aroused, so strung out on bliss. He braces himself on his palms and stares down at me, never breaking his gaze as he swivels his hips and takes me apart thrust by delicious thrust as I run my hands over his chest, twist my fingers in his hair.
It’s intense, the look in his green eyes, the way he owns me, how he dominates me. “Look at you. You’re taking my cock like such a good dirty girl,” he praises.
Well, that’s true.
And taking his dick feels incredible. He never looks away from me as he pumps those trim hips. He fucks me powerfully and passionately, following my cues and speeding up as my breath races, and slowing down as I moan long and low.
Then, when I’m babbling incoherently, he slides a hand between my thighs and rubs delicious circles on my clit. “Give me another.”
“Don’t deny me this time,” I say, desperately.
“I won’t. Need to feel your pussy clenching my cock.”
