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I saw the tight control in his face, his arms poled on either side of my head. I saw him dip his face to mine and kiss my forehead.

“Are you ready?” he asked tightly. I nodded, my hand still on his face.

He kissed my lips, urgent and passionate, our tongues mating, making me forget my worry as desire pooled hot and dark in me. I was flat on my back looking up at Tyler Leeds. It was like a thunderclap, just realizing how much I wanted to be here and nowhere else.

“It’s you I want,” he said, “know that.” I nodded again, words having left me.

The pressure of his entry, the long, slow slide of his cock invaded me. I felt my body stretch and adjust to him, my heart pounding, first with nervousness, then with something like joy. He was inside me, fully seated in my body. I could hold all of him, was just the right fit for him. All those times I’d wished I were smaller, more delicate were swept away. Because someone like that couldn’t match Tyler in this, in passion and pleasure. It was a kind of madness then, my palms flat on his back, feeling the flex of muscle there as he worked away at me with deep, powerful thrusts, measured in such a way to make me grind with bliss against him. He felt so good inside of me I could’ve wept. This was what I’d been missing, what I’d never had before. The heaviness and heat within me, touching all the right places inside and making me writhe and moan.

Suddenly I felt the head of his cock brush against the upper wall of my womb. Bright colors flashed and a gurgling noise broke from me. He grinned, worked it again and again, stroking the same exact spot until I was crazed, my nails clawing at his back, trying to climb him, demanding more and trying to scrabble away at the same time. My head thrashed on the pillow, eyes shut. He grabbed my face, held my chin, “Look at me,” he said hoarsely. I tried to hold his gaze, my arousal ratcheting up to one thousand when I met his eyes like every dark promise I’d ever been too shy to beg for. He would give me everything and more. Things I never knew I wanted. In complete control, he kept riding along the edge with me, bumping the spot that made me see stars, reaching down to finger my clit, so swollen and tight. Just the barest brush of his fingers threatened to be too much for me there.

“You feel incredible inside me,” I managed in a harsh whisper. He held my hip, hitched my leg up higher on his back and rode deeper. I was screaming by then, rolling my head to the side again, almost lost.

‘No,” he said, “look at me,” his voice was ferocious.

I obeyed. I gave him what he wanted as I came, slick and lewd, squeezing and releasing on his hard cock. As soon as the orgasm started to ease off so I could catch my breath, he sped up his thrusts again. I was so sensitive, so tender down there that I tried to wriggle away, but he was having none of it. I could hear the slap of his thighs against me as he thrust, and I whimpered with the sudden second wave of release, the sharp contractions of my body as the spike of pleasure shot past anything I’d ever known. It was another level of orgasm, and I clung to him. Tremors rippled through me, my legs twitching. I had lost control of my body, the clenching of my inner muscles around him hard and relentless. He gave a shout. I felt the hot lashing of his orgasm inside of me and bucked off the bed with the feeling of completion his hot seed leaking out of me gave me.

Still within me, Tyler, rolled onto his side. He stroked my face, held me, kissed my hair and forehead. His breath sawed in and out like he’d done a marathon. Our breath mingled in a kiss that had no beginning or end, just a constant ebb and flow of our lips and tongues, gentle and sensuous and deeply satisfying. The closeness of those moments, our bodies still joined and our bare flesh pressed together as we kissed back and forth, light and affectionate—was so profound that I fought tears back.

When at last he withdrew from me, he rolled onto his back and took me with him.

“The bed isn’t big enough for us both,” I protested.

Tyler drew me against his side, gathered me in his arm so that my head rested on his shoulder. I wriggled to keep my butt on the narrow mattress. He saw my struggle and rolled me onto him so that I lay on top of him. I stacked my hands on his chest and rested my chin on them.


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