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CHAPTER 45

Billy

As Reagan rode out her climax, I continued moving my tongue up and down her slick, tender folds, drinking in her release. Hope welled in me that the possessive pronoun I’d just declared might actually be a self-fulfilling prophecy. It hadn’t been premeditated in any way, I was just speaking into existence what I knew was in my heart.

I was getting drunk off of her. And it wasn’t just the way she tasted in my mouth. It was how she felt. It was the way her skin jumped and her muscles twitched and her hips writhed under my tongue’s attention. It was how she sounded, the little moans and big screams that escaped from her as my mouth worked her sensitive spots.

It was the feeling of having her entirely under my control, and using that power to give her nothing but the most exquisite pleasure. It was the biggest rush, the highest high, that I could imagine in this world. It was addicting, and since we’d been apart, I’d been jonesing for a hit.

And that’s exactly what I was getting now. Her muscles convulsed and her fingers tangled in my hair as a cry tore from her throat. Her body bucked beneath me, no doubt from the focused stimulation, and I placed my hand on her belly to hold her in place as I continued the velvet assault on her tender nub.

When she was completely still and sated, I took the opportunity to rid myself of my clothes and get a condom on. I did all of this as fast as I could, because my goal was that before the last aftershock of her first orgasm was over I wanted to be on my way to giving her another one. But this time with me inside her, and to take my own, as well.

I lifted her arms above her head, pinning her wrists in place as I met her eyes and held them. With my other hand I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. I didn’t even have to ask her if she was ready, the answer was clear in the gleam of her eyes and the tension in her body. I’d never felt as connected to her as I did just then. Being inside her would just be one more way to cement that connection.

With a powerful thrust forward, I drove myself into her. Her walls squeezed tight around me, the warmest and most welcoming feeling ever. I almost lost control right then, busting a nut in her without even completing a full stroke like a fucking virgin.

Which in a certain way, I was. When it came to making love to someone who meant everything to me, with not just my body but my soul—yeah, that was brand new territory to me.

I gripped her hip with one hand while holding her wrists tight with the other as I moved in and out of her, never breaking eye contact. It was an undeniably powerful experience. The energy flowing back and forth between us through our locked gaze was nearly as powerful as what was going on below. When it came to what was driving me on a runaway collision course with a powerful climax, both were equally powerful factors.

Reagan’s arms tugged against the restraint I was providing. Her breathing sped up and her cheeks flushed as she gasped, “Oh, Billy– yes. Yes!”

With those words, I let go of everything inside me and surrendered to the powerful climax I’d been building to, the one that we shared together.

As we both came down from our highest of highs, I went to the bathroom and disposed of the protection and dampened a towel to clean her up. When I got back to the bed, she was barely able to open her eyes as I gently ran the cloth over her sex.

“That was…” Her head turned as she searched for the word.

“Just the beginning,” I finished her thought.

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