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“I want to taste you, Karim.”

“Not now…not a good idea…”

“Why not?” She writhed under him, unable to think as he mouthed her neck again.

“Too exciting…” he whispered. “Won’t last very long. I want to last as long as possible for you.” He’d moved back down to her breast. Taking it in his hand, he squeezed and pushed up, forcing her nipple into his open mouth. He sucked it hard and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. Crying out again, she clung to him, her hands returning to his hair. She searched his eyes, mouth open, shocked to be getting close again. He released her.

“That sensitive?”

She nodded.

“Mmm,” he growled, taking her nipple back in his mouth and playing with it while he got rid of his jeans.

She didn’t know where she was anymore, couldn’t breathe, dying for the comfort of him inside her. A crackle and a whiff of the inorganic smell of latex registered in the cloud of his scent mixed with hers. His hand dipped back down between her legs.Is he…he’s making sure I’m still wet? Yes, I’m ready for you. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this ready for anything in my entire life.

She strained for his touch, for him. His hand gone, he moved back over her, his face inches away. He locked his gaze with hers, his lips parted. His burning cock slid up from the bottom of her lips to the top, the head pushing up over her clit, as he ground his shaft hard against her. She bucked into him. His eyes fluttered for a moment as he groaned, then his hands slid up her arms, pinning hers above her head.

“Isadora…” She’d never heard her name said with reverence. The entire world ceased to exist apart from his eyes, his face, his body. He shifted, and he was inside her.

Her body arched, and she let out a cry. She couldn’t think, shecouldn’t breathe. She gasped for air, but there was none to be found.

He was so large, so thick. She’d never felt so full. When she opened her eyes again, his were crushed tight, his lips parted. His fingers laced themselves with hers, and he squeezed her hands hard.

“You’re so tight, Isa,” he whispered. Opening his eyes, his gaze locked with hers as he rocked in deep, then started his retreat. She understood that he was taking care not to hurt her, but her body was responding too fast for her to even smile at the idea.

“Oh…God, Karim…yes…” She sighed as his thrusts became regular. “Yes…that’s good.” She wanted to encourage him more, but she was losing the ability to speak. He pulled out farther, and then went in deeper, her hips rising to meet his. He let go of her hands and tucked his face into the side of her neck.

“Isa…” he breathed.

She pulled at his shoulders, clinging to him, bringing him closer to her. He crushed into her. She welcomed his heat, wanted his sweat to leave his scent on her skin. Each advance grew stronger, and his arms slid around her as she arched into his embrace.

“More,” she managed to whisper into his ear between sighs and moans. He groaned and obeyed, moving deeper, quicker.

“More!” she cried out. He let go of her, moved up to brace himself with one arm, holding on to one of her thighs as he thrust harder into her. She was close, panting, mouth open. Rocking up to meet him, she clung to his arm, her eyes closed, her lips against his skin.

“Yes, Karim! Yes,” she moaned.

He accelerated, his body arching over hers.

“Look at me, Isadora,” he breathed. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and plunged into his. Her body seized, her back arched, and her voice broke as she came. She felt like she’d shot out of herself, dissolving out of consciousness.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Karim

He was working hard not to follow her into his own explosion. Watching her reach that point, feeling her release, and knowing he had caused it were almost enough to make him tumble with her. He had to tilt his head back, turn away to maintain control.

“Karim…” She sighed. “There’s something I want too.”

She pulled him to her by the back of his neck. He slowed, wanting to listen but unable to ignore his need to move deep inside her. She slid the tip of her tongue along his lip.

“Let me ride you,” she whispered. He groaned and rolled onto his back. He still couldn’t believe where he was. She’d read him well as things began to heat up—her, topless, on his bed. It had been a fantasy so many times and now the reality was right in front of him. Even sitting beside her on his couch, he’d been lost. When he’d asked her the day before, in that fury of desire in the basement, he’d been shocked that the words had come out of his mouth, and that she’d agreed.

And now, as this exquisite goddess straddled him, he was confident that he must be dead. She leaned forward, her breasts crushing into his chest.

“Bear with me, gorgeous,” she breathed into his ear. “I’m a little out of practice.” She grasped the base of his cock, sheathing him inside her.

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