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The thought invaded my brain, but then my mind became fuzzy as he entered me and sat up. He plunged deeper into my center.
I was impaled and yearned for this as he set the pace and hammered into me like he was claiming my body and soul as his own.
My heart rate peaked. I’d never been like this, and yet he plunged into me slowly, despite my body being on fire.
My vaginal muscles contracted. I had never breathed so fast before.
My eyes fluttered while his cock went in and out. Even my feet spasmed.
He rammed into me like he had his own score and I was his, but unlike any other man, he seemed to hold onto me like he cared about me.
I held onto his neck like it was my lifeline. Even my uterus contracted. I was hot everywhere and didn’t care if my skin flushed.
I was swept into a storm, convulsing in an inferno, as he slid in and muscles contracted as he ejaculated.
Right then, I didn’t care, though. I was in ecstasy and the bliss of being only his.
No other man had ever been like that. None probably ever would.
And at least for that night, I knew what an orgasm was. Dwayne was everything I’d ever wanted.
Chapter Five
Dwayne
I hadn’t slept beside a woman for as long as I could remember. It hadn’t been the gel hotel bed. It was her soft hair and sweet smile, though she made me work to see it. She held me like I was her anchor.
In the middle of the night, she’d screamed in her sleep like she’d survived a battle, too, but she stopped when I lightly pressed my hand to her back the way my mom had done to me as a boy.
Now I stared at the bright light of the morning streaming around the pulled curtains that darkened the room. I shifted my six-foot-five frame out of her small arms.
However, the second I moved, she sighed and opened her eyes. Our brown eyes met, and I leaned forward to kiss her. Even in the morning, when I never kissed anyone, her pretty lips enticed me.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted only one woman. Mary.
She blushed as she slipped her hands on my muscles.
“When’s your flight to Pittsburgh?” I asked.
She glanced at the clock and closed her eyes as she said, “Soon.”
I grabbed my pants so I wouldn’t make her nervous with my junk out. Once the zipper was up, I raised my eyebrow and said, “That’s a nonanswer.”
She’d tugged on her bra and underwear, hiding her secret treasures, and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, and when she returned, she said, “My cousin sent me on her plane. It’s a one-time perk, and I’m not taking advantage.”
She opened a bag and grabbed a pair of jeans as I said, “So, you’re a rich girl.”
“Ha ha. No. I’m the poor relation.” She tugged on her T-shirt.
I did the same, with my undershirt first and then the dress shirt, though I didn’t bother with the buttons. “Would it be okay if I come to see you in Pittsburgh?”
Her smile faltered, and she took my hands. The spark she set off was better than a shot of morning coffee as she asked, “Why would you want that?”
I traced her cheek, which was smaller than the palm of my hand, and said, “Because you’re my north star.”
Her smile crossed her face, and my lips curled higher as she said, “Sounds sweet, but I don’t understand that one.”
I kissed her cheek, which was smooth against my calloused hands. “Seeing you again would be… fun.”
