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My body tightens instantly.

“Oh God,” I groan.

“That’s it,” he says. “Come for me.”

“I can’t—”

“You can.”

He thrusts deeper, and his thumb keeps moving, and the pleasure snaps tight enough to steal my breath.

The orgasm that crashes over me is blinding. It's not a gentle wave. It's a tsunami, a violent, all-consuming force that rips me apart and puts me back together again, in a new and better shape.

My body bows beneath his, every muscle locking as the pleasure breaks open and takes me under. I clutch at him, helpless, shaking, my nails dragging over his back while wave after wave moves through me.

He stays with me through all of it.

He does not rush. He does not take his own release and leave me behind. He slows, deepens, gives me every stroke while my body clenches around him. His mouth is against my temple, my cheek, my lips, murmuring things I can barely understand.

A scream is torn from my lips, a raw, primal sound that I don't recognize as my own. My body convulses, my inner muscles clamping down on him, milking him, drawing him deeper.

But he's not done with me.

I expect him to bury himself deep in me and let go, finish, but that's not what he does.

He rides out my orgasm, his thrusts slowing, but not stopping. He lets me come down from the high, his body still moving inside me, keeping the pleasure alive inside me in a way that is every bit as intoxicating as the explosive climax.

I am boneless, spent, a puddle of limbs beneath him. But he is still hard inside me, not nearly done.

He kisses me once, softly.

Then he pulls out.

I whimper at the loss before I can stop myself.

His mouth curves against mine. “I am not finished with you.”

Before I can answer, he rolls onto his back and takes me with him.

The world tilts and whirls. Suddenly I am above him, straddling his hips, my knees pressed into the blanket on either side of his hips.

The gasp is caught in my throat.

Ricardo lies beneath me, naked and flushed, his hair mussed from my hands, his chest rising beneath my palms. His cock rests hard and slick against me, and the sight of him like this nearly undoes me.

Powerful.

Patient.

Mine to touch.

His hands settle on my waist, and I know what he wants.

He wants me to take control.

For a moment, I panic. I don't know what to do. I've never been in this position before.

"Ride me, Julia," he says, his voice low and seductive yet commanding. "Take your pleasure."