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My walls stretched around him as he slowly pushed his length into me - hitting every sensitive nerve along the way. When the last inch pushed in, our kiss broke.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned out, a slight whine in my tone.

“I’ll never get enough. You’re fucking perfect,” he replied.

Sparks of heat warmed my core and traveled out to every end of my body as he began to pull back and thrust in repeatedly. My fingers dug into his hip and ribs as he pushed into me. His eyes roved over my face, and my hips rolled with each of his thrusts.

As my walls tightened around him, he groaned, “That’s it. Such a good girl, gripping me so tight. Take your pleasure, sweetheart. It’s yours.”

Tingles ran up my spine at his words, and together we moved harder. My legs tightened around his hips with each deepened thrust as he kept hitting a magical spot inside of me. My lips parted, and my head pushed back into the pillow as my body spiraled into chasing its pleasure.

Dropping to his elbows above me, he wrapped one arm around the back of my knee. His pace became brutal as he pounded into me, and the slight position change had a whole new wave of sensations running through me. Everything else escaped my brain, and all that was left was a heavy need.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. Do it. Come on my cock and take me with you,” he moaned out between each deepened thrust.

“Oh, fuck. Ryan,” I gasped as my body reached the cliff.

“I’ve got you.” His mouth crushed mine as ecstasy exploded within me.

Stars burst across my vision, a rushing wave sounded through my brain, and an intense crashing pleasure overtook my body. Ryan moaned into my mouth as my walls pulsed violently around him. All that existed was this moment, this incredible, all consuming, pleasure-filled moment where nothing but the two of us resided.

As the numbness crept in and the last twitches of pleasure from both Ryan and myself subsided, he pulled back from the kiss and stared into my eyes. It had never been like this. I didn’t think it could be. Soul connecting, life shattering sex only ever happened in romance novels. Gazing up into Ryan’s dark eyes, somehow, it was clear I’d never be the same again. No one else would ever feel like this.

As his cock slid from me, I winced. It had been too long since I’d last had sex and the delicious ache was settling in.

“Stay here,” he commanded and I nodded.

It wasn’t like I could move anyway. Pleasure I had never experienced before had been wrung from my body, and all I could do was lay there. As he moved from the bed, my eyes grew heavy, and I registered the parched feeling in my mouth. I needed water and sleep.

Water ran from a sink in the connected en suite, and I took a moment to look around his bedroom. Like the rest of his house it was sparsely decorated, a dresser sat opposite of the bed with nothing but a rolled belt sitting on top. Two night stands framed the bed with dark sheets on it. There was no artwork, or anything telling about Ryan’s personality.

Ryan stepped out of the bathroom and strode toward me, pulling my focus back to him. He pressed a warm wet washcloth to my sensitive pussy, and I sighed. Gently wiping me he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“I’ll be right back,” Ryan said as he tossed the rag into a hamper next to his dresser.

He tugged on a clean pair of boxers, taking away my view of his firm ass, then he strolled out of the room. I listened as noises came from the kitchen below us and enjoyed the relaxed tingles that took over my muscles. A few minutes later he returned with a couple of cold bottles of water and a handmade sub sandwich.

This is what I’m talking about. Nothing would ever beat a man bringing his woman a sandwich after amazing sex. Hell to the mother fucking yes.

Chapter 27

Ryan

Last night was everything I had hoped it would be, and this morning I couldn’t resist but to get another taste of my woman. After another mind blowing round of orgasms, and sexy shower time, I took Emily back to her apartment before the streets got too busy with pedestrians. I didn’t like keeping our dating status a secret for now, but I understood. Emily needed more time. So long as one day I could loudly and proudly claim her as mine, I’d be okay with keeping it quiet.

At the library, I worked through the incoming emails adding acceptance names to the table list so Emily could put together her plan for organizing them in the park. We’d also need to work out a plan in case it rained or stormed the day of the event.

When Betsy came in, I put her in charge of planning for a secondary location in case of inclement weather. Thankfully she still had connections at the school and secured the gym for us.

I grabbed the laptop from my office and took it to the study room Emily typically used and waited for her to arrive. I figured I could work on emailing each of the authors with additional information while Emily got her word count goals in. As much as she wanted to dive into the planning of this event, I wouldn’t let her do anything until she reached her writing goals for the day. She reluctantly agreed to the deal, and was grateful I’d put my foot down over it.

Her new book was set to release shortly after the event, and she needed to finish it so Meghan could start on the edits. I didn’t want her to fall behind because of me.

“Good Morning,” Emily said cheerfully as she entered the study room.

“Good morning,” I replied, giving her a heated gaze.

Already my mouth was watering with desire to taste her. Emily chewed on her lower lip as her attention fixated on me, and I swore she shivered slightly from an aftershock of our previous night.

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