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Her pink push-up bra was doing exactly what it advertised.
She climbed back on Matt’s lap, lined herself up and slammed down hard.
“Oh God. I’ve been thinking of this all day,” she said.
“The same,” he said. “Ride me. You love it this way.”
“Not as much as you do. I can see it in your eyes.”
How dark they’d gotten. The way they moved over her face trying to read her thoughts.
She’d prefer he didn’t do that.
There was no reason for him to know she was falling in love with him. Maybe she always was and it was masked by all the turbulent events that unfolded between them.
“Touch me,” she said. “Get me there.”
His hand went to her tender flesh, his thumb swirling around as she ground down on him.
She knew when he was worked up enough it didn’t take long for him to come.
She wanted to relish everything she could with him.
For him to bring her to the very edge where she’d unleash her control and ride him like the storm the two of them always created.
His other hand pushed her bra strap off her shoulder, her nipple popping free of the material that had fallen to the side.
He yanked her toward his mouth, his teeth taking hold of the puckered flesh.
Her head was back, her eyes closed, as her body was being pleasured and assaulted in multiple locations.
She was supposed to be doing the work, but it turned swiftly.
No way she was going to complain.
She kept grinding against his hand, his balls, sending him so deep inside of her as she did it.
His lips were sucking on her nipple mercilessly.
Her thighs shook from the tension in her body.
“I need to come,” she said.
He let go of her.
His mouth, his hand. They both fell away.
“Do it,” he said sharply, his eyes heating her to another level.
She placed her hands on the arms of the chair giving her balance and leverage and off she went, riding him like the prized horse in the Kentucky Derby.
Her moans increased, the sound rising several decibels.
He matched her, not just in the noises coming out of their mouths, but the way her body was moving.
She came down and he slammed up.
His hands landed on hers to help position himself the same.
