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An endless need I probably wouldn’t ever manage to sate.

Her demand had me anchoring her hips higher, changing the angle just enough that her eyes popped wide again and her lips parted as she reached her peak, saturating me with her release while I slammed my fist against the wall and fought to maintain my hold on her at the same time. My hips rocked against her as I let out a shout I tried to muffle against her shoulder. Her gasps filled my head while I emptied myself into her, lost to the helpless wrenching pleasure at coming so deep inside her.

It was only when the wildness inside me began to recede that I realized what I’d done.

“I came inside you,” I said between crazed kisses. “I didn’t even think. Didn’t care. You’re mine,” I repeated, almost daring her to deny me. To even suggest it could not be true.

She swallowed over and over while she watched me with her innocent blue eyes, lashes starred with water, as she processed what I was saying. Then she was kissing me back frantically, her hands moving all over me from my shoulders down my back. Finally, she gripped my ass, pulling me into her again even though I’d never left.

I didn’t want to. Wasn’t even sure I could.

“You’re still hard,” she said through dizzying kisses, the kind that I gave her without conscious thought. Conscious anything.

Making love to her was something I could do as easily as breathing. That strawberry scent of hers blossomed around us, growing more intense from the heat of the shower though I’d thought I’d had the water on just barely warm. Had I hit the dial without realizing?

Her nails scraped down my back, creating sharp little stings that somehow only made me harder. I’d barely even come down from my orgasm yet now I was on the way up again just from her rhythmic squeezes around me and the way she was twining her tongue so sensually around me.

And scrabbling the sharp edge of her nails over my skin. My balls drew up, warning me I could go again. I would go again, and I hadn’t even made sense of the first time.

It had been so long since I’d touched myself and even longer since I’d been with a woman. Not since Owen’s mom, and holy shit, that had been a while.

And nothing at all like this.

Nothing had ever been like this for me.

I kept expecting her to freak out and pull away from me, but she was doing the exact opposite. Bouncing on me with such abandon that her small, perfect tits took all my attention until not sucking on them seemed impossible. I’d marked her neck, and now I would mark these too.

I drew the edge of my teeth over first one then the other while she pulled on my hair and made those fucking mewling sounds that made my balls throb. Literally throb.

“I’m coming,” she panted, as if I somehow didn’t know. She was clenching me so wildly, drenching me once more as her body unraveled around mine.

Then I was following her again, draining myself into her until I couldn’t do more than drop my head to her chest and try to breathe.

She stroked my hair, soothing me without words as the water turned cold, then icy.

Finally, she lowered her legs and hopped down off me, wincing. “You broke me. If I can’t walk today, you’ll know why.”

I didn’t laugh. I couldn’t. Instead, I grabbed her wrist. “Are you on birth control?”

She pressed her lips together until they were white. “No. I haven’t needed to be.”

“Good.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean, good?”

“That you haven’t needed to be.” I nearly added the rest of what popped into my head but stifled myself at the last second.

You don’t need to be now, either.

Chapter 14

If I’d thought I needed to talk to someone the other day, I’d had no clue. The current insanity was almost even more unbelievable.

What kind of dude in his thirties could come twice in a row with barely a break between? It had taken a few minutes, sure, and I couldn’t even say how long exactly because he’d seemed to be fucking me forever. He had unbelievable stamina.

Which I’d had slammed home later, especially when I tried to walk.

Chafing was a thing after that much action, apparently. Not that I’d had any idea because the few guys I’d been with definitely hadn’t been going for any land-speed records. More like a couple bumps and some hip gyrations and done.

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