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I go to work on her.

And, fuck, she tastes as I knew she would—fantastic.

I lick and lathe and suck her clit into my mouth, while she moans and writhes and tells me how amazing what I’m doing feels.

Oh, I bet it does.

At some point, I stop just long enough to tug her skirt down and off. “I want you completely naked,” I explain.

Breathing hard, her eyes meet mine, and she says, “I fucking want your cock, Finn. Don’t make me wait too long. I want to come with you inside me.”

Okay, that does it.

No more playing around.

I grab a condom from my nightstand drawer in record speed.

Hovering above this dream woman of mine and ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, I hesitate long enough to ask softly, “Are you sure, Sammie? Is this definitely what you want?”

She nods and whispers, “I am more than sure, Finn. I wantyou. And I want you now. So, get that condom on and fuck me.”

I chuckle as I do as she commands. “All right, sweetheart.”

Everything has been so frantic, passionate, and lust-fueled, but once I’m settled between her legs, my dick nudging at her folds, I slow things down.

Placing my hands on either side of her face, I kiss her slowly, deeply, deliberately.

“Finn,” she breathes into my mouth as she moves her hips beneath me.

My cock is right the fuck there, and I’m about to make a move.

But it’s her who reaches down and guides me in, not me.

When I’m fully sheathed, we both stop and gasp.

Fuck, even with the condom, Sammie feels amazing.Thisfeels amazing—our connection, our bodies joined.

No one moves.

Our eyes meet.

She bites her lip.

I breathe out, “Wow.”

“Uh-huh,” she agrees.

There’s no more sadness in her eyes, only lust and an acknowledgment that though we never planned for this to happen, it feels so fucking right.

I smile at her as I finally start to move.

And the perfection continues…

We go slowly.

We go fast.

I roll over so she’s on top, and it’s just as magical.

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