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“I can take my pants off,” he said, amused.

She shucked her panties off. “Are you sure? I’m happy to help.”

“Is there a reason you’re rushing me?” he asked, finally getting his belt undone.

She climbed onto the bed. “I just really want to fuck. You know, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, I’m good with that,” he said, looking on with baffled delight when she grabbed the bottoms of his shorts and yanked. They went flying across the room, followed closely by his boxers. “But I was thinking maybe we could slow down. You know, savor it a little?”

“We’ll savor it next time,” she promised, staring. His dick was sticking straight up in the air, ruddy and thick, the tip shiny. It made her mouth water and her pussy gush, and without looking away she fumbled for the box of condoms.

“I’ve got it,” he said, taking it from her. She heard cardboard rip, then the tearing of foil, and then he was rolling it on and though one part of her mourned the disruption of the prime view the rest of her cheered because she really wanted him inside her.

She grabbed his penis by the base as soon as he was done and impaled herself on it.

“Oh,” she breathed and closed her eyes to better concentrate on how good it was.

He was thick enough to stretch her, though that might be because she hadn’t been stretched by anything but the occasional dildo for literal years, and it feltamazing. Dildos were great, and thank God for them, but they couldn’t hold a candle to flesh and blood, and oh, she’dmissedthis. Missed the stretch and the pulse and how when she clenched her pussy there was an answering throb from his penis, urging her to do it again.

“You ever hear of foreplay?” Jude choked out, and she opened her eyes.

“I like foreplay,” she breathed, shifting her hips in an experimental circle. It felt good, so she did it again. “Do you want some?”

“I did,” he said, his hands coming up to circle her rib cage. He shifted, scooting them higher up the mattress, which drove him deeper inside her and bumped his pubic bone against her clit and momentarily robbed her of the ability to form words. “I had plans.”

“I’m sorry,” she gasped when she could speak again. He’d bumped up against something inside her with that move,something that had made her toes curl and her tailbone sweat. “I didn’t mean to…wreck your plans.”

“It’s okay.” He moved again, hitting that same spot. “I’ll save them for later.”

“Oh, good,” she breathed and began to ride.

“Yeah,” he muttered, shifting his hands to cup her breasts, urging her up. “Ride me.”

Oh, I’ll ride you,she wanted to say.I’ll ride you like I stole you. I’ll ride you hard and put you away wet. I’ll ride you like a hurricane.What came out of her mouth was, “Glarg.”

He didn’t seem to care. He stroked her breasts, played with her sensitive nipples until she squirmed on his penis, the tugs and pulls and flicks arrowing straight down to her clit so it pulsed and burned and yearned, and she ground herself against him in search of more friction, more depth, moremore.

She wanted to ask for it, wanted to order him to give it. But she couldn’t make her voice work, so she grabbed his hand to drag it from her breast, down her belly, slick with sweat, to the matted curls between her thighs.

“What do you need?” he grunted, though by the way his hand moved unerringly to her clit he already knew. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I know,she thought, her hips jerking when he made contact with her clit.

“Your clit is so hard,” he muttered, stroking it with his thumb. It slipped off, away, and she frantically dragged his hand back. He laughed, but she didn’t care.

“Right there,” she managed. “Don’t move.”

“Take it,” he urged, rubbing harder, twisting his hand to capture it between two fingers. “Do it, make yourself come.”

Her eyes were open now, burning, staring into his. Her hips pumped, grinding forward and back in short, tight strokes so his dick hit that spot inside just right and his hand stayed firmon her clit and the coil of need inside her tightened, tightened. Her skin tingled and her breath came short, and for a second, she was at the top of the roller coaster again, Lake Erie shining blue below, and then she was flying free, screaming, the tension shattering in a thousand glittering, gleaming pieces.

His big body jerked when he came, his penis pulsing and throbbing and hitting that spot so she came again, almost harder than the first time, and when the jittering and shaking stopped, she slumped over onto his chest, sweaty and spent and happy.

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Jude blinked the sweat out of his eyes and tried to breathe. Brynn was a dead weight on his chest, but even if he’d had the strength to move her, he wouldn’t have. He liked having her there.

Her hair was coming out of its ponytail, and he wanted to reach up and tug it free, but he wasn’t sure his arms would work. It had felt like that orgasm had been wrenched from his very bones, and the parts of him that weren’t numb were flat exhausted.

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