Page 77 of Fumbled Into Love

I peer down at where we connect and grimace.

“If I have to guess, I would say you have about three more inches.” She sucks in a breath. “We can go slow,” I assure her. It may kill me and be a test of my mental strength, but we can move at whatever pace she needs.

“Three?!” Those brown eyes snap open, full of determination. “I’m going to hold your shoulders while you thrust up,” she says, nodding her head in agreement with herself. “That’s the only way thatmonster,” she gazes down, “is going to fit inside me.”

I can’t fight the laugh that escapes, and as my chest rumbles, Nathalie slides down my cock, fully seated as her hips flush with mine.

“Oh,fuck,” she groans. I white knuckle the sheets, giving her the time she needs to adjust. After a torturously long minute, her hips begin to roll against my pelvis, and she leans back, hands gripping my knees as her pace grows faster and faster.

Fuck, she was made for me.She’s tight, but we fit perfectly together.

“That’s it,” I say, marveling at the way she chases her pleasure as she rides me, head thrown back with abandon, breasts heaving up and down, as her pussy clenches around my dick. “Look how well you take me.”

I guide her gaze to where we meet, and her pupils blow.

“Deon,” she moans, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Fucking magnificent riding my cock.”

Her breath hitches, and her cheeks flush at the words. I’ve read her romance books; I know what she likes.

I’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as her. Long, brown locks cascade down her back instead of her usual braids, and I itch to run my fingers through her hair.

I work my hips upward in rhythm with her movements, and pressure begins to build at the base of my spine as she clenches around me.

“Nathalie, I’m not going to…” I trail off, slightly embarrassed I’m already close. I haven’t had sex in years; it was a bit cocky to think I would last long at all.

“I’m with you,” she says, leaning forward and capturing my lips between hers. I thrust into her, barrelling closer and closer as she grinds against me. She moves along my jawline, soft kisses tingling against my skin as she begins to tighten around my cock.

Ecstasy takes over my body as I inch closer to the ledge, ready to tumble over into an orgasm.

She bucks, and the pressure cascades over, a zap of electricity traveling down my spine until my head falls onto her shoulder, and I’m coming as she rides me.

My vision blurs at the edges as Nathalie continues to move, her breath erratic as she bounces up and down, chasing her orgasm.

“I need you to kiss me,” she says, and I do as she commands, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth as she moves. “I think—I think it might happen again.”

With the last of my energy, I tilt my hips upward, hoping to hit the deeper part inside of her. Nathalie moans, and I can see when the orgasm strikes her. She gulps a deep, unsteady breath before her body begins to shake, and she falls against my chest.

We sit chest to chest in silence as I begin to soften beneath her, the last of my orgasm fluttering away. Nathalie cracks open an eye, lips twitching with a smile.

“Don’t let this go to your head,” she says, nose scrunching, “but that was the best sex I have ever had in my life.”

My grin is victorious as the compliment immediately goes to my head, where my ego grows three sizes. I lift her off my lap, disposing of the condom and grabbing a warm towel to clean her up.

“That was way better than the last guy,” she says, and my footsteps falter. “He tried to do this weird jerking thing with his tong—”

“Nathalie,” I choke out.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t talk about other men when I just got done fucking the breath out of you. They don’t exist any longer. Got it?”

Her eyes widen, and I heave air into my lungs to push away the unwelcome, overwhelming jealousy that smashes againstmy chest. I don’t want to hear about the men she’s slept with before me or how they couldn’t give her any of the pleasure she deserves.

“Got it.” She grimaces. “You can tell me about one of your hook-ups,” she offers, but her eyes flicker in a way that tells me she doesn’t want to know, the same way I don’t want to know about her past hook-ups.

I offer her another one of my shameful truths.

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