Page 36 of Unleashed

“What a turn-on to see you come,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “I have to be inside you.”

“I’m ready. I want you,” I said, my voice a whisper of need.

Slade positioned himself over me, his cock poised against my slick entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tender yet filled with anticipation.

I nodded, my heart pounding as he placed a firm, gentle kiss on my lips. Slowly, he fed his length inside me, inch by inch, until he was completely engulfed. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, Slade’s size making me feel stretched and satisfied in ways I hadn’t felt before.

Out of the five men I’d been with before, Slade was by far the biggest. The depth of our connection, both physical and emotional, was undeniable as we began to move together, our bodies in perfect rhythm.

“How do you feel?” Slade’s voice was low and rough, his breath warm against my ear.

“Good. Very good,” I breathed, feeling every pulse and thrust.

He kissed my forehead, his movements rhythmic as he propped himself up on his elbows and drove his hips against mine. The sensation of him sliding in and out of me was electric, and I responded instinctively, squeezing him tightly. His grunts were a testament to my effect on him.

“Don’t do that or it will be over before it gets started,” he warned, his voice strained but playful.

I chuckled, my fingers trailing across the muscular expanse of his back. “I would’ve thought you had more staying power.”

“Quiet, you little vixen,” he retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before I could protest, his mouth covered mine, his tongue thrusting against mine in a heated rhythm that matched his movements. The taste of myself on his lips only heightened my arousal. I let my fingers explore his back, eventually gripping his ass, urging him to fuck me harder.

Slade’s lovemaking was instinctive, a dance we performed with unspoken understanding. He knew exactly when to quicken his pace and when to slow down. Our bodies were soon slick with sweat, chests heaving as we moved together.

“Morgan, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he panted, his voice filled with longing.

“How long?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

“Forever. Since I first saw you. Since the last time we fooled around.” he admitted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“My leaving was for the best,” I said, a pang of regret slipping through my words.

Slade suddenly halted, his gaze fixed on mine, a look of frustration mingled with desire in his eyes. The pause was maddening, especially when I was so close to my second orgasm.

“No, it wasn’t,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I hate that I won’t see you each day.”

“But we’re together now,” I reassured him, my voice trembling with need.

That seemed to satisfy him. He resumed his relentless rhythm, his thrusts powerful and deep. Within moments, I was lost again, my body trembling as I reached another peak, calling out his name in sheer ecstasy.

Slade groaned my name, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed into the condom. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy and uneven. Despite the dampness of oursweat-slicked bodies, he covered my face with a flurry of tender kisses, each one a soft caress against my flushed skin.

Once wasn’t enough,and even two times left us craving more. After our initial round, I admitted my lie about being tested after sleeping with Rick, and we decided to forgo the condoms. Slade was a force of nature in bed, seamlessly transitioning between intense and tender, his stamina unwavering despite the hours of lovemaking.

As dawn’s light began to seep through the edges of the blinds, the storm outside started again, more intense this time. The rain pounded relentlessly, and thunder rumbled through the walls, while lightning sliced through the sky. The local news warned of persistent rain throughout the day, and it was clear that neither of us was in any condition to venture out onto the trail.

“I think we’re staying here for at least another day,” I murmured, my head nestled against Slade’s chest.

“I’d like to stay here with you forever,” he replied softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back.

“That’s impossible,” I countered, though a part of me wanted to believe otherwise.

“If I asked you something, could you keep an open mind?” he inquired, his tone serious yet hopeful.

“It depends on what you ask,” I said, lifting my gaze to meet his.

“Forget hiking. Come to my house in Montauk. We can be alone for the rest of your vacation,” he proposed, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.

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