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I’ve lost too much time. Given up too much of myself.
As long as this is just sex, I won’t let my heart get crushed into powder. “I need you inside me, Joar.”
“Yes. Yes. You are so fucking beautiful, sweetness.” Joar presses himself against the length of my body. He runs his hands up and down my back, grips my ass and lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms wind around his neck as his cock lines up with my core.
The underside of his shaft is nestled between my slick pussy lips. So, so close to being inside me. I can’t help but undulate, desperate for this man. “I’m on the pill,” I cry out. “I’m clean.”
“I am too,” Joar pants as he rocks me up and down against him. “I’d kill to be inside you bare.”
“Then do it. Fuck me, Joar. Fuck me all night long. Fill me with your come,” I scream, not recognizing the woman who spews out the words of a porn star. I can’t help it. It’s what I want.
What I need.
And I’m not afraid to ask for it with him.
Strength ripples from his sinewy muscles as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom. Our mouths are melded together. The sounds we make border on animalistic. I squirm against him until finally the tip of his cock finds its way inside my pussy. I lock my ankles around his lower back and relax completely, allowing him to push all the way in.
“Holy. Jesus,” Joar keens as we burst into the bedroom, connected at last. He turns and presses my back against the wall with his entire body, supporting my legs under his arms. I’m impaled by his thick length as he thrusts, circles his hips and roots his way deeper than I ever thought possible. At this angle, his crown slams against my cervix and hits the sensitive bundle of nerves just above my G-spot.
He does it over and over until I’m mad with desire.
The next orgasm hits me like a freight train. The sheer force of it nearly knocks me out. “Joar,“ I hear myself cry repeatedly, but he doesn’t let up. He pounds into me like a jackhammer. I’m riding wave after wave until I seize around him again, this time clenching so tight that he has no choice but to spill inside me.
He grunts and shouts through his own release, continuing to rock into me as we recover from the most monumental sex of my life. Our bodies are almost on autopilot, moving together in tandem. His cock remains inside me, pulsing and twitching, like it’s meant to live there and doesn’t ever want to leave.
Like we’re two pieces that fit together perfectly.
Because we do.
Joar kisses my entire face as he carefully eases my legs down one by one. I nearly fall because my body feels like jelly. “I’ve got you, sweetness.” He helps me across the room to his masculine, wood-planked custom bed adorned with platinum and cream-colored bedding. It must be a double king.
He pulls back the soft cloud of a comforter and settles me against the pillows, turns and walks toward a door and disappears inside. I’m not sure whether to snuggle under the softest sheets I’ve ever felt or ogle him when he returns. I opt for both and pull the silky cloth to my nose so I can peek out and watch for him.
From behind the door, I can hear a faucet running for a moment. Joar reappears in the doorway, a silhouette against the bright light of the bathroom. He’s a muscled god, easily the best-looking man I’ve ever seen. A man who’s laser focused on me as he saunters toward me confidently, his cock still partially hard, bobbing against his belly.
Joar sits next to me on the side of the bed, peers down and tugs the sheet away from my body. “Are you trying to hide from me?” he teases. “Let me clean you up.”
“I can do it.” I reach for the warm washcloth.
His palm splays along the side of my face. “Please. Let me take care of you. I have a lot to make up for…” His voice cracks then recovers. “How is what just happened between us possible? Did you feel it?”
He watches me intensely. Seeking confirmation.
Approval.
“It was perfect,” I whisper and hold the comforter down and away from my body so he can wipe the remnants of our release from my belly, thighs, and pussy. He’s gentle. Loving. The intimacy of the act nearly makes me cry.
No one has made me feel this way, ever. I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep it from quivering. Trying to process what we just shared. It was magical. Extraordinary.
Don’t get used to it.
Joar climbs in next to me so we’re face-to-face. Wraps his arm around me to tuck me firmly against his chest. He kisses my nose. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”
“You’re an incredible lover, Joar.” My heart beats wildly. The air is charged with something more than the passion we just shared, but it scares me. I have to keep perspective.
Joar chuckles, seemingly oblivious to my urge to diminish making love into a hook-up. “I know I have a lot to prove, Clover, and I plan on it. Tonight, I’m giving you exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fuck you all night long. Are you still on board?”
“Oh…” I’m silenced by Joar’s mouth as he devours me. The man can kiss. He sucks on my tongue and I melt into him like butter. Our hands roam everywhere as we work each other up in our cozy little cocoon.
