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His kiss slowed, lips delicately caressing mine, breath hot against my skin, forcing me to take notice of every sensation rather than letting need drive us. I pulled against his ass with my calf and his hips pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, and my breath caught in my chest. I pulled harder, encouraging him forward. His hips pressed again, and his flared head popped into me.

My body left the bed as my back arched and my head fell back; my cry filled with both pain and ecstasy. He stopped moving, terrified he’d hurt me. I barely noticed; I was so lost in trying to remember to breathe. I panted and groaned, lost in the sensation of fullness, the stinging stretch, the heat of his skin. He held until I was able to bring my eyes back to his. They were full of concern. Need. Love. I slipped my arms around his ribs, fingers digging into his shoulders as my lips sought his.

“Slowly.” I whispered before parting his lips with mine.

He arched his torso up and reached down, slipping anarm under my low back to pull our bodies together. Our kiss was different now, tender and careful. When he began to move, it was unhurried and deliberate. He inched into me as we clung to one another. Panting, moaning, whimpering.

There was nothing else; only soft warm skin and mingled breath and rushing heartbeats. I felt every inch of him as he pressed into me, and when his hips finally settled against my skin, I wasn’t sure if it had been minutes or hours. I wasn’t even sure I was still breathing. He held there, and our lips met gently once more.

“Move now my love,” I whispered into his kiss, and he began to slowly pull back.

He was so thick, every inch of him slid along that deep bundle of nerves, and it was all I could do to simply cling to him as he settled into an indescribably slow, smooth rhythm. There was only this. There had only ever been this. Only him.

When I was able to remember anything existed other than the feel of his arms and belly and cock, I kissed gently along the side of his neck where my face was buried. The pleasure built with each long stroke. He was ecstasy.Each movement taking me higher. I clung to him as he moved against me, inside of me. With every snap of his hips, he pressed erratic gasps and whimpered moans into the skin of my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” My voice was a trembling whisper.

“Don’t try,” he moaned and kissed my jaw. “Just let yourself feel me.”

I did. I let go of everything else until there was only his strong chest pressing against my own. The light covering of hair on his lower abs slidingagainst the underside of my cock. The way he filled me completely, hot and slick with no barrier between us. The world disappeared as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

He cried out into the bend of my neck, and I felt a rush of heat deep inside me. Every muscle in his body strained and spasmed as he thrust, uncontrolled and hard. The world shattered into darkness as pleasure surged through me and I fell into the abyss with him.

We clung to one another; panting, whimpering, lost in each other, our bodies trembling together with achingly raw pleasure. As our breath slowed, he gently slipped his arm out from behind my back and as his hips shifted, I quickly tightened my leg around him, holding him in place. I wasn't ready for his body to leave mine.

“Stay.” I nearly begged in a whisper.

His eyes rose over mine, smiling gently, bright and gold in the dim light as his fingers brushed my hair back from my forehead and cheek.

“Always.” His lips brushed mine tenderly. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Our lips played gently, completely lost in one another, fingertips trailing along silken skin untilhe softened and slipped from me, drawing one last soundless gasp from my soul. He slid to my side to curl up with his head on my shoulder, his thigh across my hips, his hand resting on my chest. His touch was like no other. I’d never felt this way with anyone.

I wrapped my fingers around his. This was home.

Chapter 7

Ash

The first pale rays of morning light were peeking in through the half open drapes when I woke to Jesse’s fingers tracing the curve of my chest. I moaned, reveling in the unique feeling of absence that came from having taken him inside of me only hours earlier.

“I want you.” he whispered against my ear as he nibbled.

I whimpered and rolled my body against his. “You have me, love.”

“No.” His breath and words were warm against my skin. “I want to feel you move inside of me.”

I trembled with pleasure as he continued his ministrations at my neck. “You can have anything. Everything.”

He flicked his tongue along the skin under my ear. “I mean right now. I want you now.”

I leaned my head back to catch his eyes. They were open, and loving, and full of need. I wanted to give him what he asked for, but I needed to know how much attention his ass was used to in order to make sure he enjoyed himself.

“When was the last time you did that?” I half moaned as I stretched, enjoying the feeling of his strength against me.

He blushed deeply. I was always amazed that someone with his olive complexion could blush that way. I raised an eyebrow.

“Never.” he said quietly and dropped his eyes from mine.

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