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Before he gets too close, he reaches out with one hand, finally sliding his palm over my breast. My eyes roll shut at the contact and my hips thrust forward.
With his other hand, he presses a fingertip to my clit and circles slowly. I just about jump out of my skin.
He chuckles softly. “That’s a new sound.”
It’s an incredible amount of effort to open my eyes and flick him off, but I manage it.
Again, he laughs. “So vulgar.” Then, he slides his finger inside me, causing me to buck against him. “And wet.”
I writhe against his hand, desperate for him to remove it because if he doesn’t …
“No, no …” I gasp, feeling the rush of my orgasm overcome any sense of control I thought I had. Light explodes behind my eyelids and throughout my body. Everything combusting with so little warning.
He doesn’t remove his hand even after that, instead, he continues to thrust it in and out, building me back up with an incredible amount of precision. With my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinches softly and bends in close. “Fuck, that was hot.”
I cover my eyes in the crook of my arm, fighting off embarrassment. It’s been so long—so long since I had sex and it’s never felt likethis.
London removes his hand from my breast to push my arm aside. When I open my eyes and connect my gaze to his, he says, “I love that I can make you do that.”
Warmth spreads to my cheeks.
Then, without another word, his lips connect with mine and his other hand pulls away from my core as he inches closer. He nudges against me slowly, applying pressure as he slides his tip along my entrance.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs against my skin.
I bite down on my lip, trying desperately to keep myself still when all I really want is for him to thrust inside.
“London, I want you.Please,”I plead, gripping his ass.
He smiles, a devastatingly gorgeous thing, as he finally obliges. Slowly—still so slowly—he pushes into me.
And life as I know it will never,everbe the same.
He fits me in a way I never knew could be accomplished as he presses his enormous cock to the hilt. So full …so blissfully full.
A guttural sound escapes my lips and he’s there with me, groaning and cursing to any gods who are brave enough to listen.
“Harder,” I cry out, clinging onto him as if my life depended on it. “Fuck me harder.”
That smile is in his words again when he repeats, “So vulgar.”
But I plant a foot on the bed and rotate my hips, flipping us over.
His startled gaze meets mine as I slide down on top of him.
“Holy,” he breaths a jagged breath, “fuck.You feel …”
My heart beams, knowing he’s as affected as I am—that this means as much to him as it does to me. Because God, I love this man.
The realization hits me hard.
I almost stop my movement, but his hands slide up my hips, helping to set a rhythm between us. Then, they slide up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching in a way that sends lightning threatening to unleash.
I press his roaming hands into the bed above his head and lick his lower lip, still riding him in a way that makes him squirm beneath me. Two hard thrusts, then pull up until he’s almost out. Almost … but not quite. Then, I slam back down to the hilt.
Bending down, I kiss his jaw, his neck, and the lily over his heart.
His breath goes shallow and I flick his nipple with my tongue before nipping gently.
