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I gasp as he licks low, sucking on my throat. “And what’s that?”

He raises his head and meets my gaze. “Like I want to drown in you. Like I’m losing my mind. Like I’d go to the ends of the earth for you.”

“Oh.” He bites my lower lip and then kisses me long and deep. “That’s okay then. The usual.”

“The usual.”

He tweaks my nipple and then he slowly starts to undress me, and God help me, I do the same with him.

This time, when he enters me, stretching me, it’s slow and sweet and languidly erotic. I wrap my thighs around his hips.

Moaning, I slide my arms around his neck, and I can’t help but think this is right, this is home. This is where I’m meant to be.

He thrusts into me, and I raise my hips to meet him as his mouth takes mine in a dance of kisses that touch something deep inside.

I’m in heaven, and I’ve never . . . this kind of sex is more than just erotic play. There’s an absolute realness to it, an intimacy I could fast get addicted to.

He takes me in long, slow, deep strokes, a coming together that holds the world, holds promises. And as the excitement builds, his cock reaching so deep, filling me up, I start to come, and I think, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I’d go to the ends of the earth for him too.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Leland

The sex isn’t the wild, hard sex we’ve been having. This is different. Long and slow with an intimate feel to the experience. It’s something I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

If I have, it hasn’t been on this level.

This time she’s on top and I pull her down so it’s a low ride, and her breasts rub against my chest in a way I’m falling for, and I have her mouth to kiss and sip at. I tangle a hand in her hair and rock her on my cock. She’s already on me to the root and soon I’m going to need to speed things up, pound up into her, bring her down hard on me, so I can really fucking experience how she sucks at me with her tight, wet walls.

Because she does. When I’m in her it’s like being lost and found at the same time. And this erotic tease is in a whole different stratosphere.

She’s glorious, soft and there, and mine. Right now, she’s all mine. I could do anything to her, and she’d let me, but right now, this is what I want, her like this so I can see her, the fire in her eyes, have her mouth.

The orgasm is building in her. She’s starting to move a little more erratic on my cock, getting tighter on me.

Fuck this woman is absolute fire and I would dance with her anywhere, anytime.

I love almost pulling out, her little sounds of protest, the sighs of yes when I take her all the way, going as deep as I can.

Every position I love, even stone-cold missionary. That classic is just elevated with her. And like this, I can touch her everywhere.

Even me trying to stop myself coming too soon leads to erotic thoughts of her.

And maybe I don’t have to. Maybe we can fly together.

This isn’t the last time. No matter what walls she might throw up after we get clothes on. This is still early days, and I could spend forever with her, having her, exploring her. Body, mind, soul. Arguing, making up, it sounds like heaven.

“You feel so good, sweet Sarah,” I say before sucking her earlobe into my mouth and biting.

She shivers and it sets off a small contraction that squeezes my cock, and I almost come.

This woman, she’s mine.

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