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My head dropped back against the pillow. He licked into me again, savoring me like I was his favorite ice cream flavor. His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting them just enough to spread me
wider, and he groaned when I trembled under his tongue.
“You’re so wet it’s dripping into the sheets, baby. You know what that’s doing to me.”
“Please,” I begged, not caring how wrecked I sounded. “Fuck me.”
He kissed his way back up my body, every press of his lips making me ache more. He hovered
above me, gaze pinned to mine as he positioned himself.
“I’m going slow,” he said, voice tight with control. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
His c**k pushed against my entrance, and the stretch was everything I’d been missing. I gasped,
hips rising to meet him, needing him to sink in deeper. He did, inch by fucking inch, watching me
the whole time, his breath catching when he bottomed out.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his forehead falling to mine. I clenched around him and he hissed.
“Goddess, I missed you,” I whispered. “I missed this. Us.”
He rocked into me slowly, his hands gripping my waist like I might slip away again if he didn’t hold
on tight enough.
“I think about you every time I close my eyes, you know,” he said, voice cracked open. “Not just your
body. Your laugh. The way you look at me like I’m still worth loving. You’re in everything now.
You’ve ruined me.”
The words lodged in my throat. I couldn’t speak, I could only cling to him as he moved inside me,
the rhythm growing heavier, needier. His body still careful, but his need no longer restrained.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathed.
“You,” I choked out. “I want you to make me come so hard I forget every second we spent apart.”
He groaned at that, lips brushing mine. “I’m gonna fuck you so good your legs won’t work tomorrow. You’re gonna wake up sore and dripping and still feeling like you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Moon above, yes!”
His hand slipped between us, fingers circling my clit, just enough pressure to have my legs tensing.
“I can feel you getting close,” he whispered, fucking me deeper. “Give it to me. All your orgasms,
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