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His strokes increased until he drove into her in steady thrusts that tapped the deepest parts of her body.
She nearly cried.
With the vibrator on her clit and his dick sliding over the nerve endings inside her, along with the fact that he didn’t attempt to stifle his grunts of pleasure, she came again. It was the most potent climax of them all, the sensation heightened as her body gripped him like he and his magical dick would disappear.
“So beautiful.” He leaned down, hovering over her. “You are so beautiful, Mrs. Lattimore. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to get you under me?”
She trembled underneath him. “I love being under you.”
“You do?” He surged inside her. “You have no idea how good you feel, Eesh.” He pulled out, surged again. “I wanted to come as soon as I felt your pussy.”
He was deep.
So deep.
“Joel, I love you.”
With a groan, he pulled out, thrust hard, and her body devoured the ridges inches of his shaft.
“Joel,” tears leached from her eyes, “I love you.”
“Ayesha.” He grew harder inside her. “Baby, I love you too.”
She placed a weary kiss on his lips.
“Give me one more,” he said.
“I can’t.”
“Give me one more.”
As she slid the vibrator between them, he dipped his head and teased her nipple with thosesoft fuckingflicks, and she found herself wondering whether she should have mentioned her sensitive nipples in the first place.
“You sang that song to me,” he said. “For me.”
Sweat drenched their bodies, dripping from his neck onto her damp chest. His hair was nearly black. She stared up into his face, and his brow creased.
“I’ve been waiting so long to say this,” she whispered, pleasurable ache building inside her. “Come inside me, baby.”
He started to smile, but it faltered.
“I’ve wanted you to come inside me since that night in the hotel suite in Australia. The next day, in the shower, I touched myself while thinking about you, and when I came, all over my fingers, I cried your name.”
“Myname?”
“Yourname.” She gasped, rolling her hips. “Come with me, Joel. Come with me. I’m coming, baby. I’m—”
She shattered.
Groaning, he went rigid as deep inside her as she could take him. She felt him tremble, felt him jerk and pulse at her entrance.
His head fell.
Exhausted, she turned off the vibrator and lazily fingered the soaked strands of his hair.
When she lost Curtis, she’d assumed everything she would have ever been, everything that had made her who she was, would have remained stripped from her. If she’d dared to try to love again, there would have been no longing, passion, or the kind of recklessness that came with falling in love.
But this?
