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I shrug. I know she makes me feel that way.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” The endearment slips out but sounds so fucking right on my tongue.
At her nod, I reach down and grab the condom out of my pants pocket and climb on to the bed.
“Enough of that,” I tell her, knocking her fingers away from her pussy and replacing them with my own. “Fuck yes, you are.”
She’s soaked, her arousal coating my fingers. I rip the packet open with my teeth, but don’t get the chance to grab it before she leans up and swipes it from my mouth with her hand.
“Eager?” I tease her.
“Let me.”
The feel of her soft hand as she rolls the condom over my length is another form of torture, and my body is close to losing all control. But if I only have one chance at this, I’m going to give it everything I have. I’ve waited for her. For tonight. Maybe not consciously, but why else was I a twenty-five-year-old virgin on our wedding night? No other woman has ever measured up to the one staring up at me with eyes glittering with lust. I never thought I’d see the desire that’s written so plainly on her face. For me.
What if tonight is it? My only night with her?
You’re wasting time, then.
I hesitate for another second once the condom is on. Doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Missionary?
“Garrett,” she moans, and I settle between her thighs, capturing her mouth with mine.
Her softness pressed against the hard planes of my body makes my dick reach for her.
This is better than anything I could ever have imagined.
Notching the head of my dick at her opening, I press forward, sliding until my hips bump against hers. Her muscles quiver around me, and I know I’m not going to last long at the feel of her.
“Okay?” When I look down, her eyes are closed, mouth open in a small O.
Her eyes blink open to meet mine, and she nods, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“More than okay,” she whispers.
I sear the image of her staring up at me into my memory. No matter what happens, I never want to forget this moment.
I pull back, nearly all the way out, and her legs tighten, like she doesn’t want to let me go.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tease her, sliding back inside and swiveling my hips.
She cries out, and I do it again.
Fuuuuuck. She feels incredible wrapped around my dick. Under my fingertips as I graze them down her chest to tweak her nipple. Her muscles spasm, and my dick pulses.
Shifting to my knees, I lift her lower body, my hands on her hips to hold her still as I increase my speed.
Her chin is lifted, head digging into the pillows behind her. With her breasts thrusted forward, I want to lean down and worship them with my mouth, but I’m too close. I need her to come.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Her hands move from my shoulders to slide down my arms, her fingernails finding purchase to prick against my triceps.
“So…do…you…” she pants between unintelligible sounds.
I need more. Tunneling one arm beneath her, I lift until we’re in a similar position we were in downstairs. Eye to eye, I don’t slow my pace, and her nipples rub against my chest, adding to the sensations severing my control thread by thread.
My lips capture hers, my tongue plundering her mouth as my fingers dig into her ass. Her muscles feel like a fucking vice wrapped around my cock. I’ve died, and this is heaven. That’s the only explanation for the way she makes me feel.
