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“If you want,” she said.
“Oh, I want.”
She put her hands on his chest for leverage, then rose and sank at a steady pace.
One she wasn’t going to be able to maintain, but it was so worth it to see him squirm and think she was the stronger one of the two of them.
“Tell me what you want?”
“I want you to come,” he said. “On me. Over me. Together with me.”
She moved her mouth right over his. “That’s what I want too.” She kissed him on the lips, then pulled away before he could deepen it. “Make me.”
His hands went to her hips, him lifting and slamming into her hard enough she might have slid off of him if he wasn’t holding on.
There were no teasing words.
No playful banter.
Not even a sexy glance.
There were grunts and groans and skin slapping against the other.
“Anya,” he said. “Tell me you’re there.”
He sounded as if he was in pain. “So there,” she said. “Right there.”
She screeched, her body let go, spasms took over mixed in with the ones that Matt had also.
After their bodies relaxed, he pulled her close to him, hugging her to his chest and holding her tight for minutes.
“I could have never imagined it’d be like this.”
“Neither could I,” she whispered and kissed his shoulder tenderly. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been tender with a guy in her life. Not seductive either.
Funny how it was the one she hated for so long that brought it out of her.
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YOUR WOMAN
“Did we really just do that?”
Matt turned his head to look at Anya’s face from where she flopped after she came.
Man did she come hard.
Her body had been tense, her arms shaking as she’d held herself over him, her knees squeezing his hips.
She had to be exhausted from the muscle strain alone.
“We did. Regrets?” he asked.
She shook her head, her eyes searching his face, then landing on his smile. Slowly she matched the grin.
“Nope. My brain is catching up to what my body experienced.”
His hand slid over and brushed a strand of her light hair from her cheek. She didn’t appear to notice that the end was almost in her mouth.
