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He groaned and gritted his teeth against the pure pleasure of her mouth as she started to work him over. He forced his eyes open so he could stare down his body to the place where his cock disappeared into her beautiful mouth.
So good. It felt so fucking good to have her tongue explore him. Close. He felt close to her. It went beyond the physical and to something else…something he hadn’t felt in years. Need. He needed her.
He let his hand find her hair and tangled his fingers in it. He loved how soft she was. He also loved how she groaned when he lightly pulled on her hair. The sensation of the sound surrounded his cock. He pumped up into her mouth and she managed to whirl her tongue around him, taking more and more with each pass until his whole cock was surrounded by her heat.
He tugged on her hair, unable to take another moment without letting go. And he did not want to let go yet. He wanted the moment to last. “Ride me. Get on top and take my cock. I want to watch you.”
She gave him one last lick and then let him go. Before she could grab it, he opened the condom and worked it over his cock. He wouldn’t survive her doing it. He needed her too much.
“Let me help you out of these pants,” she said, her hands moving to the waistband.
They were as low as they were going to go. “Not enough time. Don’t make me stop and spank you. I want you. I want you now.”
She straddled him, his cock nestling at her core, the damn thing standing straight up like it knew which way to go. Tiffany leaned over, her breasts brushing against his chest. “I won’t make you stop, Master, but you should know I find every inch of you beautiful and sexy. I definitely love this part.”
She rocked back against him and his cock thrust inside. Such torture. The head of his cock was right there, but he needed more. More of her. Now that she was so close, he couldn’t think of anything but getting inside her again. He gripped her hips and thrust up.
Tiffany’s body went taut, her head falling back as he took over. He held her waist, moving her up and down on his cock with ease. She was a gorgeous, curvy girl, but no match for his upper-body strength. She began to move with him. Her legs tightened and she ground down, taking every inch of him inside.
They moved together, finding the perfect rhythm. He forgot about everything but her. She was all that mattered in those moments. Giving to her. Finding his pleasure in her.
He watched how she moved, like a cat, graceful and sleek. Her breasts bounced, the nipples hard, her skin flushed. She was so gorgeous in her passion.
He couldn’t take more, felt himself beginning to go over the edge. He wanted so desperately to take her with him. He let one hand lower, finding her clit and pressing down, circling around as he thrust his cock deep.
Her head fell back and she called out his name.
He let himself go, thrusting up inside her. His whole body stiffened with pleasure as he pumped up into her.
Sweet release. Like a champagne cork popping after years and years of waiting.
Tiffany fell forward and they were chest to chest. He put his arms around her, enjoying how warm she felt. He loved the way her hair spilled over him.
This was amazing. He’d never had this. The perfection of the after, the sweet solace of another body against his. Her body.
How nice would it be to sleep beside her? To wrap himself up in her for hours and know when he woke she would be beside him. He wouldn’t be alone.
He was so fucking tired of being alone and he hadn’t even realized it until he’d gotten close to her.
She was quiet for a long while and he reveled in it, stroking her and enjoying the peace he felt when he was close to her.
Finally, her head came off his chest and she gave him the sexiest half smile, her eyes heavy with the need for sleep. She looked tousled and tired and happy. “I think that was better than a scene.”
“Definitely,” he replied, holding her close. He wasn’t sure he was ready to go back to his own bed.
She sighed and shifted to his side. “I think we should get you out of those pants and under the covers. We have a long day tomorrow.”
She kissed his chest and sat up.
All his peace fled. His hands went to his slacks and he zipped up, condom and all. He’d have to deal with it and the mess it was going to make later. He wasn’t about to get undressed around her. She’d said she found him beautiful, but she’d never seen past a glimpse of the ugly stumps of his legs, never watched him pull the prosthetics off, never heard the sickening pop. She certainly wasn’t going to see the damn nasty wound he had right now.
She was his lover. He wasn’t going to turn her into his nurse.
With maximum effort, he forced himself off the bed and onto his legs. The minute he put weight on his right side, the pain shot through him. Fuck. It wasn’t healing, but there wasn’t anything to do except take the pain.
“Thank you for the offer, but I prefer to sleep by myself. I’m afraid I snore.” He would give her any excuse he could come up with.
She pushed her hair back. Her sex hair. She looked so adorable, oddly innocent sitting in the middle of her bed without a stitch of clothing on. “I don’t mind. I sleep like a log. I probably snore, too. It’s not a big deal.”
