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“Nash,” she breathes my name again and her thighs clench on either side of my face.

I hold the pace, not daring to switch up a damn thing as I can feel her tightening around me, clenching on my tongue as sherocks up into my mouth. I flick my tongue up, sucking her clit, hard?—

“Ohmigod!” she cries out, her body trembling as she comes again. I work her through throes of it, only moving when her body relaxes, and she sighs that little contented sigh that keeps doing things to my heart.

I lick my lips, shifting between her thighs so that I’m on my knees there, gliding my hands down her raised legs as I drink her body in.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, shaking my head because it’s sort of hard to believe. She knows I’m not a stranger to sex, but this…this is world-shaking.

“Look at you,” she says, her voice light and soft. “You’re perfect.”

I grin, bending over her to kiss her, the motion lining us up perfectly. She shivers when my head glides against her wetness.

“God, Nash,” she says. “I’ve never…this is…you are…”

“Too much?” I ask, reaching between us, clutching my cock and dragging it up and down her slit.

“Never,” she says, arching into the way I’m teasing her.

“You still want this?”

“I want you more than anything,” she says, her eyes widening a bit like she didn’t mean to say it out loud.

I kiss her quickly, then hop off the bed, grabbing the condom I brought.

“Here,” she says, sitting up and reaching for the condom.

Shock has me going statue still as she takes it from me, opening it and rolling it onto my cock. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and the second she has it on, I’m shifting her beneath me, settling myself between her thighs.

I slide in an inch, holding her gaze to watch for any signs that she’s changed her mind.

Reese spreads her thighs wider in a submissive move that has a tremor rolling down my spine.

“Nash, please,” she says, arching up to take me in another inch.

Fuck me, I thrust into her, her tight walls hugging my cock like a hot, silken vise as I sink in to the hilt. My jaw clenches as I hold myself there, gently rolling my hips to let her adjust to my size.

She wraps her legs around my back, urging me tomove.

Pure pleasure fills my body at the silent demand, and I pull out slowly before sliding back in again.

“God, you feel so good,” she says, her hands roaming over my back, her thighs clenching my hips.

I groan, pulling out and thrusting in a little faster this time, every instinct in my body urging me to go harder.

“You feel like silk,” I say, gliding into her. “Like hot fucking silk.”

She trembles beneath me, reaching up to kiss me. “Harder,” she demands.

“Like this?” I ask, pumping into her with a good, hard stroke.

“God, yes,” she says. “Do that again.”

I fucking do.

Over and over, I pound into her, shifting so I can slip one arm beneath her lower back, the other braced by her head to keep me from crushing her. I rock my hips, thrusting into her, moaning every time she arches up to meet me, the crash of our bodies feeling like pure ecstasy.

I slant my mouth over hers, and she opens for me, her tongue meeting mine in the desperate way our bodies are coming together. It’s a need like no other, chasing this pleasure as both of us careen toward the edge.

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