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He moves his tip to my entrance and begins to push in. Oh god. That’s never fitting inside me. It’s like shoving a grapefruit into a water bottle.

He spanks my ass and says, “That’s America’s ass.”

I let out a laugh at another Captain America movie line reference, and I think it relaxes me a drop. At least enough for his tip to breach my entrance.

I collapse to my elbows, unable to manage the new sensation. “Go slow.”

“I am. You feel incredible.”

While continuously adding more oil, he gradually pushes in further and further. He’s being so delicate with me. I desperately want this to be good for him.

I turn back. “Are you all the way in?” He must be.

He chuckles. “Almost halfway.”

You must be kidding me. I blow out a breath. “Keep going.”

Every little bit stings until I get used to it, and then I’m fine until the next bit moves deeper inside me.

Very slowly, he maneuvers inch by thick, long inch until I can feel his body meet mine. Without him even saying it, I know he’s all the way in.

After just a minute or two, the last bit of pain subsides. I’m ready for him to take what he needs.

I look back again and smile at the absurdity of him being in my ass in a full Captain America costume. And then I start laughing. Hard.

He pinches his eyebrows together. “What’s so funny?”

“Just a normal day, getting fucked in the ass by Captain America. I’m sure it happens to women all the time.”

He narrows his eyes as he withdraws a bit but then slams back in. My smile quickly fades. It’s not pain I’m feeling, it’s pleasure. New and different pleasure. “Oh god, do it again.”

And he does. In and out. Harder and harder. I thought this was going to be all about pleasing him. Turns out I’m into this.Veryinto this.

I’m barely able to hold my body up by my elbows. My face is planted into the pillow as I grip it and scream into it.

He reaches around and starts circling my clit with his fingers. Holy shit. The dual sensation is nirvana.

I feel my body tighten. “I’m coming.”

“Do it. I can’t last much longer. You feel too good. I’ve never felt anything better. I love you so fucking much.”

And that does it for me. I have a warm sensation down the backs of my legs as I come in a different way to any other orgasm I’ve ever had. It feels like fingertips are pushing into my skin and dripping down my body.

“You’re squeezing me. I need to let go.”

“Let go.” He pushes in deep and stills before grunting into his own orgasm.

We immediately collapse in a heap of oil, sweat, and our combined, excessive fluids.

Out of breath, we lay there silently as our heart rates begin to stabilize. He pulls me into his arms and peppers my back with kisses. “Thank you for giving me that.”

I reach back and rub him. “Thankyou, Captain America.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

LAYTON

The playoffs have wreaked havoc on us seeing each other over the past few weeks. We’re each on the road half the time and our home games don’t always overlap days. It’s a few stolen moments here and there and it’s not enough. I want her with me every day, forever. I’m convinced of that.

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