Page 153 of Smooth Sailing

“Nice,” she whispered.

She said it, but he felt it.

He gave her another inch, and, Christ, she was tight and so hot, it was killing him to go slow.

“Nicer, honey.” She was still whispering, her hands roaming and desperate on his heated skin.

He gave her another inch.

She whimpered, and he got her nails.

Fuck yeah.

“You with me?” he groaned.

“Oh yeah,” she gasped. “More, Hugger.”

Slowly, he slid all the way in to the root.

She was correct.

Oh yeah.

“Good?” he grunted.

“Great,” she breathed.

He kissed her, and he’d wanted to slow things down, give it to her long and good, but she tangled her tongue with his, the kiss went wild, her hands and nails on him were wilder, her legs tightened on a demand, and she gave him no choice but to bang the fuck out of her.

So he did.

She got off on it, arching and grasping and scratching.

He got off on it because he’d been right.

She was everything.

Proving that, Diana came loud against his mouth, doing it clutching a fistful of his hair, a handful of his ass and her pussy around his dick.

He came quiet, groaning into her neck and pumping hard into her cunt.

It was quiet because it was the biggest load he’d ever shot, the longest he’d ever gone, and the sweetest he’d ever had, and his body needed the energy to give it to him.

He had just enough presence of mind to keep his weight in his forearms as he collapsed on her.

And he knew he was done.

This was it.

She was it.

He might not have much to offer, but even if it killed him, he’d find a way to hand her the world.

“Okay, that was…” He felt her chest expand with a big breath. “Freaking fantastic.”

He lifted his head to look down at her, cheeks still flushed, lips swollen, eyes hazy.

Damn, she was perfect.

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