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She opens, her tongue flicking away the bead of precum, and then, with a soft, surrendering sigh, she takes me deeper.
The feeling of her heat, her hot, wet mouth wrapping around me, is enough to make me detonate.
“Deeper,” I grunt.
She opens wider.
“Breathe through your nose, Ophelia.” My voice is strained, every muscle in my body coiled tight. “You can take more of me.”
She obeys.
And that single act of submission shattered the last of my control.
My fingers tangled in her hair, as I loose myself in the heat of her mouth with a reckless abandon.
“Swallow me,” I rasp.
And she does, taking all of me until, with a soft pop, I withdraw.
She looks up at me with those green eyes, so beautiful, so innocent, even after this.
Tears run down her face, I brush one away with my thumb, smudging her mascara.
Her lips are swollen, and I can’t help myself, I bend and claim her mouth in a fierce, all-consuming kiss.
It’s harsh and urgent and leaves us both breathless.
Needing more of her already, I pull her to her feet. Spotting a nearby table, I lift her, instinctively she hooks her legs at my waist, and I lower her on to the edge of the table.
I push her dress up and tore the delicate lace of her panties away. My fingers finding her core.
“You’re soaked,” I whisper against her skin, feeling her nod in confirmation.
In a single thrust I’m inside her, and the world narrows to the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping me.
I move inside her with a slow rhythm at first.
“You feel so good,” I murmur into the curve of her neck. “So perfect, so fucking tight.”
The last of my patience snaps. My thrusts become primal.
I feel her inner muscles flutter tightly around me as I push the fabric of her dress away, baring her shoulder.
My mouth finds her nipple, and the second I suck on it, her cry echoes in the room. Her entire body shudders, her pussy squeezes me so tightly.
“Come for me,” I grunt, my own control fraying, and I spill inside her at the very instant her orgasm convulses through her.
Our moans of pleasure mingle in the air.
I feel her inner muscles clenching around me, milking every last shuddering wave of pleasure.
I keep her in my arms a beat more, unwilling to lose the heat of her, I stay still, my arms a vice around her.
The world can wait a moment longer.
Chapter 28
Ophelia
