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He gripped her thighs, helping her shift up to the middle of the bed, until he could climb onto the mattress with her.

“Spread your legs. Wider.” He kneaded her inner thighs, then pushed her open wider still. Until her pussy lips spread apart, and he could see the creamy white of his come leaking out of her pussy.

“Spread yourself open,” he demanded, gaze fastened on her sex.

Tara’s fingers slid and slipped against her pussy lips, her labia slipping out from under her fingers as she tried to obey.

“Pinch your pussy if you have to.” His cock was still semihard, his continued need to possess and command her riding him.

Tara pinched her labia, spreading her sex so wide that her skin pulled tight, her dark pink flesh glossy in the low light. Nathan dipped a finger into her—causing her hips to bump up as she moaned—and spread his come over the inner flesh of her pussy. He worked his come over and around her clit with two fingers, while his other hand stroked his shaft.

Her obedience, his own fist, and the sight of his come glistening on her clit, did what he’d hoped, his cock stiffening, though not as iron-hard as it had been.

He moved into position between her spread thighs. “Arms up.”

“Are you going to fuck me, Nathan?”

He leaned over her, reaching up to grip one wrist, pressing her arm down into the mattress so she felt his control. He slapped her tit with his other hand, watching the soft flesh jiggle. Her free hand raised, fluttering near his wrist, as if she were going to grab his hand and stop him.

“Talk to me, Tara.”

Her gaze met his, but she didn’t speak.

He slapped her other tit, carefully watching her face. Tara bit her lip, fingers gently curling around his wrist, though she didn’t try and restrain him.

“Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He raised his hand above her breast, her arm moving with his, thanks to her grip on his wrist. Tara didn’t stop him, merely watched his face as he once more slapped her tit, the motion awkward, given her hold on him.

“Tara,” he warned. “Talk to me.”

“I want you to stop. I want you to not stop.” She took a breath. “I want…you.”

Something cracked inside him.

Nathan shook off her hold, then released her other wrist, dropping down onto his elbows atop her. Their noses were inches apart, and when she exhaled a shaky breath he inhaled, taking a part of her into him.

She was already in him. A part of him. Had been for half his life.

Nathan shifted his hips, his cock sliding against, and then into, her.

He sank deep, their breaths mingling on twin sighs of renewed pleasure.

“Look at me, Tara.”

She obeyed instantly, holding his gaze as he rocked slowly into her pussy. He wasn’t hard enough to fuck her the way he had, but that didn’t matter because this wasn’t about pounding himself into her. It was about existing in this moment, sinking fearlessly into the intense intimacy of his cock inside her, their gazes locked.

When Tara raised her head, he bent, accepting her invitation and pressing his lips to hers. He followed her down as she laid her head back, keeping their lips fused. He sucked her tongue, then thrust his into her mouth in time with his cock sliding softly into her.

Tara’s back arched, her mouth pulling from his as she tipped her head back. He kissed the elegant long line of her throat, felt the vibration of her moan under his lips.

“Nathan, please. Make me come again.”

He started to shift to the side, trying to make space for his hand to slide down between them, but she stopped him with a shake of her head that bumped her chin against his temple.

“No, wait. Can you try with words?”

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