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Despite his efforts, it didn’t take me long to come against his mouth—it had been so long since I’d let myself go fully this way—but once wasn’t enough for Danny, and so he kept me pinned down until he made it happen again. By the time he climbed back over me and pressed his wet mouth to my dry lips, my heart felt like it was going to break free from my chest. A sheen of sweat had already collected over my body, and my chest bounced.

“No one tastes like you, Zee. You’re addictive.”

Reaching up to run my hand through the side of his hair made Danny lean into the embrace, his eyes closing as his dick settled between my legs. I didn’t want to think about him tasting anybody but me in the years he’d been away, but now wasn’t the time for it. Not while he was here. Not while he was naked and about to make my hidden fantasies come true.

Just when I thought Danny was going to kiss me again, he pulled away and fell back on his arse, He took a moment to stare at me with longing before he swung his legs out and draped them over the edge of the bed, so he was sitting beside my head. I looked over in confusion, but he soon reached for me and pulled me closer until I was kneeling beside him.

“I don’t want to look down on you,” he said quietly. “I want to look up and have you in control. I want you wrapped around me when you sink onto my dick—every part of you, Zee. I want you clinging on like I’m the only thing that can keep your head above water.”

With an aroused, yet shy smile on my face, I did as he asked. I climbed onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, and I positioned myself over his erection, circling and teasing him with the heat waiting there for him. My fingers pushed up through his hair, while his strong muscles curled around my body, and he let his palms slide up and down my spine.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “The view from where I’m sitting is incredible.”

I smiled at him, feeling the blush rise in my cheeks. With unrivalled control, Danny’s arms tightened around me, and he slowly guided me down until I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance. I was so wet, and the thought of what was about to happen only made me grow more and more aroused.

“Sink down and wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, never taking his eyes off mine.

I did. I did exactly as he asked until I was wrapped around him, holding on tight.

I moved down slowly, feeling myself stretch when he filled me like only Danny could. My mouth popped open, and my breath got caught in the back of my throat until I couldn’t take any more of him. He was so fucking deep, and the ache of having him inside me was beautiful.

Danny stilled when I did, his expression mirroring my own.

“Fuck,” he blew out in a heavy breath. “Fuck, Zee.Fuck.”

I wanted to say something profound, but my eyes felt like they were rolling into the back of my head, and my nipples were painfully tight. No words could or would form. My body was a live wire, waiting for that next touch.

Danny slid a hand to my hip, a seductive, masculine groan rumbling in his chest before he did the same with his other hand. His fingers dug in with brutal force, and it only made my skin prickle more. I welcomed the pain of him being anchored to me. I welcomed anything he had to give, no matter the agony.

“Christ, I forgot how good you feel,” he moaned, his jaw ticking tight as he tried to compose himself. “I just want to hold you. Like this. Forever.”

His dick twitched inside of me, making me clench around him and coax another low rumbling moan.

Without another word, he began to lift me slowly, before he dropped me back down again even slower, his strength guiding me into a rhythm that created the most perfectly torturous friction I’d ever felt. Curling my arms around his neck a little tighter, I dropped my damp forehead to his and kept my eyes open, letting him guide the way. His hands were made for making sweet music, and I felt every melody running through my veins as I stared at him, breathing him in. I was the first instrument he’d ever learned how to play, and nothing could ever change that.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His breaths grew heavier, and I let him guide me up and down… slowly at first, until his need became more desperate, and he began to tense beneath me.

Every muscle in his body grew tighter, and every breath he released belonged to me.

Our rhythm gained speed; power too. Soon, Danny lost all delicacy as his need for relief built up, burning me from the inside out. He hit my G-spot over and over again until I began to see stars, his strength overwhelming. His name wasn’t only in my mind anymore; it fell from my lips with every second breath, a soft demand for everything he had to give. The sensations inside me felt dangerous, and I was suddenly a rebel unable to get enough of the very things she’d been avoiding for so long.

Danny never let me go.

He never stilled, faltered, or broke for air.

The tighter I held on, the faster he moved. Muscles I didn’t know I had, burned, and a fire almost painful began to spread from my toes until I couldn’t take it anymore.

His name fell from my lips one final time, loud and guttural, and when I came around him, hard and desperate for this blissful wave of release to last forever, he tensed inside of me and did the same.

As I sat there in his lap, with his dick still inside of me, pulsating and satisfied, I couldn’t do anything but take a mental snapshot of that perfect moment between us.

At least this time I knew it was going to be my last…

And it was a time worth remembering.

I could prepare myself for this goodbye, even if I already knew it was going to hurt more than the first.

Twenty-Four

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