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Josie grips my face, keeping it in place as her mouth finds mine. She kisses me with an intensity unlike she’s ever kissed me with before.

My hips smack against her skin as I rock in and out of her as our tongues continue to push into each other’s mouths.

I’m so close, but I refuse to come without her.

I’m gripping at the hair that falls between her shoulder blades with one hand while the other snakes between our bodies. I circle her clit while I continue to push into her.

“Fuck,” she mutters before moaning. “Ty, that feels so—” Another moan leaves her lips before she can finish getting her words out.

“Come with me,” I demand. Maybe it’s me who’s begging at this point. I need to feel her pussy spasm around me as I empty myself inside her. “You can do it,” I praise, desperate for both of us to finish at the same time.

I keep my grip on her hair tight while my finger works against her clit even faster.

“Ty,” she breathes, my name coming out strangled.

Everything in me builds. The feeling is tight, overwhelming, making it impossible to focus on anything else other than the building orgasm.

All I can focus on is the pleasure—and her.

Everything else around me fades.

I groan, the sound rough and low as I finally break, the release hitting hard and pulling me under at the same moment she falls apart around me.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the two of us giving in to the moment—in to each other.

FORTY-FOUR

JOSIE

I’m breathless.

Spent.

My body completely tangled with Tyson’s.

For a moment, neither of us moves, besides the rapid fall of our chests, thanks to our heavy breathing.

I stay there on top of him, straddling him with my hands braced lightly against his chest as I try to catch my breath.

Tyson’s hands landed on my hips at some point. They stay there now, his grip firm as he also works on trying to breathe normally.

His gaze finds mine before he leans in to place one chaste kiss against my lips. It’s so soft and tender that it goes straight to my heart, making it squeeze inside my chest as my body still hums from the pleasure.

Tyson slides out of me, but he keeps us in the same position, as if he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t move either, wanting to soak in the moment with him.

My fingers shift slightly against his chest as I begin to trace over his skin without even thinking about it. I just need the contact. I need the connection with him as everything inside me feels…different after what just happened. The intensity of the orgasms—the way he made me feel during—was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Tyson lets out a long exhale, his chest rising under my palms. I can feel his racing heart below my fingertips. I can feel every breath he takes, every erratic beat of his heart.

His fingers move up my spine and cup the back of my neck as his lips twitch with the hint of a blooming smile. “How was that for inspiration?” he asks, his tone cocky. The way he asks, combined with a smirk, tells me he’s already confident in my answer.

I smile, my gaze dropping to his lips briefly before meeting his eyes again. “Perfect,” I tell him, my voice quiet but sure.

His gaze travels over my face like he’s making sure I mean it.

Like it’s important to him.

And that gives me that same funny feeling in my chest again. The one that only Tyson’s ever made me feel.