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In the depths of my mind that aren’t consumed by lust, I appreciate his check in and want him to know I am enthusiastically consenting. “Yes. Yes, please.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off my face as he positions himself, absorbing my reaction, the breathy sounds I make as he takes himself in hand and nudges at my entrance. “This might take some work.”

“I’m ready.”

He watches himself as he grips his cock at the base and slicks the head up and down through my wetness. “So wet,” he rasps. “Wet everywhere. So beautiful. I’m dying, Bianca.”

“Me, too. I need you inside me.”

“I’m out of patience.” His jaw tightens. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I don’t care.” He pushes into me, and yeah, there’s a bite of pain, but then he fills me so lusciously, thickly, and it’s magnificent. I’m glutted, stretched. He’s so deep inside me, I press a hand to my stomach.

“Fuck,” he grits out. He props himself on straight arms above me, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

“Me too,” I whisper. I pet his back, now damp with sweat. I’m bursting, too full of sensation. I can’t hold it in, and I’m making noises I’ve never made before as I squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he says again. “Jesus, Bianca.” He starts to move his hips, slow, slow, then his caution turns to frenzy as he fully penetrates me. Fills me faster, harder, pistoning into me, watching my face, and it’s so intimate and intense my chest is filling, expanding, and that twisting feeling inside me resumes, this time starting at a higher point and spiraling up fast.

I watch him too, the way his forehead pleats, the fullness of his bottom lip, the haze in his eyes. “Kiss me.”

He kisses me again, hard, a little dirty, a lot desperate, plunging his tongue inside, sucking at me, tasting me so deeply. I link my arms around his neck and hook my ankles behind his back. “I love it. I love your cock inside me.” I lick his jaw, then suck his ear lobe.

Noises slip from my mouth, I can’t stop them as he fucks me. He makes noises, too, guttural, deep noises as we move together. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m swept up in it, in desire and excitement, lost in it all.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room along with our groans and whimpers and sighs. The light of the fireplace flickers and ripples around us. I grab onto the edge of the couch to brace myself as Jansen pounds into me.

“I’m close,” he grits out. “Gonna come…”

I clench around him, letting that sweet coil inside me tighten and build. “Me too…”

I focus on it, wanting it, heat racing over my skin, my pelvis lifting against every thrust of his body. I just…need…a little more… I slip my hand between us, fingers finding my clit.

He grunts. “Yeah. Want you to come.”

I circle my fingertips over the sensitive knot and sensation spirals up so hot and fast it steals my breath. I cry out as I shudder and press up into him, shattering, falling into a fiery ecstasy that consumes me.

I curl my fingers into his hair as his strokes quicken, his hips strong and powerful, his cock driving into me, and waves of pleasure draw out almost painfully. He buries his face in the side of my neck when he comes, his body going tight, his groin pressed against me, his breathing ragged. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck. Bianca. Jesus.”

I clasp his hips with my thighs and we ride it out together, such beautiful, shocking bliss.

Chapter17

Jansen

Holy fuck.

I’ve had sex since my divorce, and it was always good because I love sex and women are amazing. But this…there are no words. Maybe because it’s been a while, what with buying the winery and moving here and knowing no one. Yeah. That’s it.

I’m still balls deep inside Bianca. My chest is heaving, my heart knocking so hard I feel like my whole body is pulsing. My brains are scrambled like fucking eggs. I don’t want to move.

Her hands stroke up and down my damp back and gradually I regain enough consciousness to realize I’m crushing her. “Sorry,” I mumble, shifting to the side.

“S’okay. You’re heavy but I like it.”

I shift her, too, so we’re on our sides, her back to my front. I wrap my arms around her and she wriggles her perfect ass into my groin and clasps my arms, making a soft sound of contentment. Lust pulses in my balls again.

“You were right,” she says.

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