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“You’re sopping wet,” he whispered, sounding pleased.
“Because you’re torturing me,” I groaned, still desperate to touch him, to feel him against my chest.
“Is this so bad?” he asked, working my clit with his expert fingers as his hard erection pressed into my ass. It was a heady sensation, I was surrounded by him completely, unable to do anything except experience exactly what he was giving me.
He pressed his fingers into me, urging me to lift my hips, arching my back to give him better access, and we both groaned as he slid a finger into me, his palm grinding into my mound as his shaft thrust against my ass. It was so erotic and so different from anything I’d experienced with a partner before, I finally gave up and lost myself to the sensation. He was in me, around me, over me. His hands, his big body holding me to the bed, and his hot breath in my ear, against my neck.
Sly moved rhythmically, and I found myself grinding into his hand, spreading my legs slightly to give him more access, desperate for more, for everything.
“Oh god,” I groaned, still so needy, wanting so much more.
Sly leaned in to capture my mouth again, and it was such a relief to have him there, to be able to participate, to kiss him back, I almost cried. I felt like I might explode.
Finally, he moved off of me, and my body mourned the loss of the contact. But not for long. I rolled to my back, and Sly reached for the nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
I stared at him, on his knees next to me on the bed, completely naked. His erection jutted before him, held in one huge hand, and throbbing visibly, the head swollen and dark. He was beautiful.
“Yeah,” I said, pulling my panties off and kicking them to the side.
I watched in fascination as Sly rolled the condom over his massive length.
And then he was back, stretching himself along the side of me, and offering me a soft smile before he took my mouth gently with his own, his hand splayed across my belly.
Finally, my hands were free to touch, to explore, and I traced the broad expanse of his chest, sprinkled with soft hair. I moved over the hard mountains of his shoulders, traced the bulges of his muscled arms, and lingered along the ridges of his back. He kissed me all the while, his fingers teasing lower and lower along my stomach before finally returning to my wet folds.
I gasped as he grazed my clit, working it with one talented finger until I was clenching muscles I didn’t even know I could control.
I reached for him, finding the sheathed thickness with one hand and guiding him toward me.
“I need this,” I moaned, and it was truer than it had ever been. He’d taken a perfectly put-together single mother and turned her into a needy, wanton woman, desperate for one thing only. And that thing was hard and thick and throbbing in my hand. I gave it a squeeze as I tilted my hips to accommodate the wide head, and groaned as it pushed inside gently, filling every bit of space.
“Fuck,” he breathed into my ear, his body covering mine again.
My hands slid to his ass, pulling as if I could urge him inside, asking him for more.
I felt myself opening for him, my hips lifting, my legs wrapping him. Sly didn’t let up the pressure, easing in slowly, bit by bit. I was so wet, it made it easy, and after a moment, I was so full with him I could hardly form a thought.
“Oh my god,” I heard myself breathe, but my mind wasn’t engaged. My body was so full of Sly Remington, every nerve wrapped up in the sheer sensation of him, of holding him inside me, of having him on top of me, his breath in my ear, his stubble against my cheek, I was lost to anything else. And when he began to move, sliding gently out before thrusting slowly back in, I let out a sound I wasn’t even sure came from me.
It was so good.
I lost myself completely to it, to him. And Sly played my body like it was made for him, like I was the instrument and he was the prodigy who’d spent his life training for this moment.
The pressure was mounting inside me, and desperation rocketed through me. “Please,” I moaned. “Sly. Please.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, tightening his hold on me as my body gripped his tighter and tighter, until finally everything in me unlocked in an explosion of heat and want and sensation that sent me flying.
I had no idea what kinds of sounds were coming from me, only that I didn’t want it to end.
“Oh my god,” I moaned as I began to float back into my body. I’d never orgasmed like this before, in a way that made me feel like my entire being was carried away in the sensation, like every single part of me was involved.
But it wasn’t over.
Sly had kept the exact same rhythm as I’d come undone, but now that he was sure I was sated, he’d shifted slightly, and now he was driving into me hard, and my body started to respond again to this new, different motion.
“Fuck,” Sly whispered. “That was so fucking hot.” He thrust into me, again and again, and I could sense the change when he began to lose control, the pattern altering slightly, a shiver passing through him. “Oh god, I’m gonna...” And then his whole body tensed just before he thrust again, with a pulsing need that told me he was coming. Feeling him come apart was such a turn on, my own body responded. Again.
