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My name tumbles out of her mouth as she comes apart under my lips. I keep up the pace until she quiets, and then I gather her against me, holding her close. As she pants, the scent of her body, the feel of her skin, the lingering taste of her in my mouth… I’m as hard as stone, but I’ve never felt more perfect in my entire life.
I’ve been alone for a long time, and no one has pierced that darkness. But the woman in my arms fits against me like a wave on the beach, and if she’ll have me, I never plan to leave her side.
June
Thatwasalife-changingorgasm. As my heart slows, and I come down, my limbs are blissfully heavy. I curl my body against Duke’s. The first thought to pierce the haze is that he’s still rock hard behind me. I can feel the length of him pressed into the base of my spine.
I wiggle, turning in his arms, and he groans. “Have some mercy, Freckles.”
Glancing up at him, I lift my brows. “Like you had mercy with me?”
He chuckles. “Totally different circumstances.”
I shake my head, pressing my palms against his shoulders. He gives in, falling to my back. But his eyes widen when I straddle his upper thighs, resting my hands on his taut stomach. The muscles under my fingers flex, and the sight of him stretched out beneath me makes me hot again. I just came. It seems impossible that I’m already excited again, but that’s what he does to me.
“Protection.” He points to the nightstand. I lean over. Nothing is in the drawer except a fresh box of condoms.
I tear it open, pulling out an aluminum square. I point to him. “Mind if I sit here?”
He laughs, as I intended, and then his eyes darken. “Absolutely not.”
I make quick work of our safety precautions, and then I straddle him. I don’t know what he was expecting, but I doubt it was for me to take him inside me immediately.
At first entry, though, he’s more than I expect. As I slowly lower myself on him, his eyes are huge, and his fingers dig into my hips. The bite of them only heightens my already sharp desire. I hold his gaze as I seat myself. No part of Duke is small, but I didn’t expect to feel this full. No, not full. That part I expected.
Complete. That’s the part I didn’t bank on.
I press my hands into his chest and stay still for a moment, only watching him. But the look on his face—reverent, hot, and something tender I can’t name—forces me to lean forward to kiss him. The change in position makes me cry out, though, and I gasp against his mouth.
“You feel…” I try to come up with an adjective that works, but my mind blanks.
“Fucking amazing,” he breathes against my lips. I nod slowly and take his mouth. Our kiss is explosive, and I let it go on and on, with his hands playing across my back. When I break away, he rolls his hips under me. “June… Please…”
Having him below me, begging for me to ride him, makes my anticipation higher. But I’m not ready. He got to kiss and touch. Now it’s my turn.
I slowly bend forward, remaining seated hard on him, and run my lips and then my tongue along his chest. He arches up, groaning, as I continue licking and kissing, running my fingers along his skin. I’m careful of his side, where he took his hit today, and even in the dim light I can see the beginning of a bruise on his skin. But all the hours he spends in the gym are on display, and I revel in his strength, in the feel of him. As I continue, he babbles. “Baby, please. I’m… dying. I need…” He sounds breathless, and his hands roam, cupping my breasts, smoothing across my stomach. “If you don’t move, I… Please, just fuck… Please, please move.”
A surge of power races through me. This gorgeous, protective, generous man is below me, begging me, wanting me. It’s heady stuff, and it pushes me to my limit.
I lean back quickly, unable to stay still on him any longer. The change in position steals my breath, and I moan as a bright flare of pleasure streaks through me. The feel of him inside me, the friction… I’m already at the edge of sanity, and I’ve barely moved yet.
When I lift and lower on him, we both cry out. I adjust my knees so I can move more freely. I planned to go slow, to make this last for us. But as I move, I can’t think, can’t control my tempo. All I can do is feel and move.
I close my eyes and focus on the rub of him inside me, the heat. His hands cover my breasts, and his thumbs scrape across my nipples, and I say his name, arching against the sensations. When I pick up the pace, the frantic need spiraling inside me, I feel the brush of his fingers against my clit, and I break apart in a crash of feeling and heat.
I gasp, and his hands hold my hips as he moves under me. He follows me over the edge with a groan, and I slow my pace as we come down. Finally, I collapse on top of him, a happy, sweaty heap.
He shifts, pulling out of me, and slides out of the bed. He covers me with the comforter before he heads into the bathroom. Discarding the condom, I guess. But he’s back quickly, and he pulls me into his arms. Tucking my head on his chest, he cocoons me with his warmth and covers us both up.
“Did you want me to go to my room?” I ask.
“Never,” he says immediately. Then he amends, “In a little while you can go. If you want.” Then he cups the back of my head, and his entire body softens. I swear, it’s not even a minute before his breath is even and slow.
My body is lazy, and I want to follow him into sleep, but my mind is buzzing.
Sex with Duke is magical. I could always feel the connection between us, but tonight was beyond anything I could have imagined. I meant it when I told him we wouldn’t let anything hurt Tabby. I don’t quite understand what is going to happen now. I’ll need to find a new job, some way to make money. No way I’m cashing this week’s paycheck.
My mind wants to drag me down into all the possible troubles, but right now, in Duke’s arms, I’m too pleasure drunk to do anything but dose off.
