Page 65 of Hot Momosa

“God, Leo…that feels so good.” Her back arched. “So damned good.”

I fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans. After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to peel the damned things down her mile-long legs.

Holding my gaze, Dahlia ran her hand from her chin, between her breasts, and to her naval.

It took every ounce of my self-control not to drive into her right then and there, but it’d been too long since I’d had the pleasure of seeing her naked. I intended to take my sweet time getting reacquainted with her body.

“I’m feeling a little underdressed…” She tugged at my shirt.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” I unbuttoned my shirt as fast as I could, but evidently, it wasn’t quick enough for her.

Dahlia opened my belt and jeans. Rather than tugging them down, she slid her hand inside and cupped my cock.

I saw stars.

Needless to say, I lost my pants in record time.

Finally naked, I settled between her thighs. The first taste of her sent me back in time to the first time I’d gone down on her. She’d never experienced oral and had been coming-out-of-her-skin nervous. It’d taken her for-freaking-ever to come. The second time, she relaxed enough to allow me to learn her body. A little trial and error later, shy Dahlia became an addict.

It might have been a year since I’d touched her like this, but I hadn’t forgotten how she liked it. I felt like a fucking rock star when she shattered within a couple of minutes, but I needed to get control of myself. If I didn’t, it’d be over before it ever got started. “Tell me what you want.”

“You inside me. Now.” She pulled me up her body.

“Need a condom.”

“I’m still on the pill, and it’s only been you.” She bit her lower lip as the unasked question hung in the air between us.

“I haven’t been with anyone else. Haven’t even thought about it.”

She nodded.

I held her gaze and joined our bodies. Each small fraction forward ignited a fire inside me, until I struggled to hold back. She wrapped her thighs around my waist and planted her heels against my ass, but I held in place.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Dahlia was having none of it. She rocked against me, but I refused to go deeper. “Please, I’m not made of porcelain. I’m not going to break.”

I drew her earlobe between my teeth and eased in a little more. I could feel her frustration, but also her growing desire. I had no intention of slamming into her like a hormonal teenager—no matter how much I wanted to.

“Please, Leo.”

Screw it. Why am I torturing both of us?

I thrust forward, burying myself inside her to the root. Dahlia gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I held myself up on one elbow and turned her face toward mine. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and held my gaze as I drew back and pressed forward, over and over. Her moans grew more urgent and her thighs trembled. She came apart so suddenly that it seemed to take her by surprise. My body took over from there.

After I’d regained the ability to breathe, I pulled her against my chest and brushed my lips across her cheek to her mouth. The kiss felt different, almost reverent. I eased to my side and pulled her along with me. “You’re amazing.”

“I missed that so much.” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer.

“Me too, babe. Me too.”

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