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I blow on her center, hearing her whimper but moving onward over her body. Kissing her thighs, moving between them, but then lowering down her body to run my tongue along the back of her knees, nibble at her calves and kiss her ankles. When I run my thumb up the arch of her foot, her leg flinches.

“That tickles,” she moans but it’s opened her legs wider and I remove her underwear.

This moment is heaven. Anna spread out on a blanket in the cool evening air. The sun setting. The quiet around us. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more than I hoped for.

Kneeling back, I tug off my shirt before dipping between her thighs, paying her homage where I’ve done it not nearly enough. My tongue swirls. My fingers dip. Anna moves in rhythm with me until she’s close to the edge.

I pull back and she hisses. “Please.”

“I’m coming for you, baby.” I dip my fingers beneath my waistband, shoving my pants down along with my boxer briefs. When I pull a condom from my pocket, Anna lifts her head.

“Condoms. Right.” Her head falls back, and she stares up at the sky.

I climb over her, gently gripping her chin. “Look at me. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year and even before then it was rare.”

Anna nods but a tear slips from her eye.

“You’re the only person I want, Anna. The only one.” Period. She’s it for me.

I lean forward and kiss her while my thumb swipes away the tear. When she’s kissing me back, we’ve moved on from the awkward moment.

I pull back and cover myself. Bracing on one arm, I hold myself in my other hand, rubbing my heavy dick back and forth through folds already slick with need. Anna’s legs spread. One lifts to wrap over my hip.

“Please. Mason. Please.” Begging me isn’t necessary. I’m going to give this to her and take it for me.

As my tip crests her entrance, and I glide into her heat, I’m a fool for ever thinking I’d be able to fuck Anna out of my system. As I slide to the hilt, buried as deep as I can get, I pause. The need to orgasm is strong and fast. My skin tingles. My balls tighten. I could blow with one thrust.

Only, I savor the moment, staring down at Anna as she stares up at me, adjusting to my size, to the feel of me inside her. With a slow breath, I revel in the connectedness. This is more than just joining two bodies. This is Anna and me. Together. Finally.

“Good?” I whisper, knowing I’ll withdraw if panic sets in. If this isn’t what she wants after all. But God, I hope to experience her more.

“Perfect,” she whispers in return, nodding for emphasis. With her hands skimming my back, she tucks her body, lifting her head and seeking my lips. We kiss and kiss and kiss, until Anna’s hips flex and my cock pulses.

“Anna,” I groan against her mouth.

“Move,” she moans. “Let go.”

I pull back and glide forward. Back and forth a few times, stretching her, prepping her, until her head tips back and her hips start to rock underneath me.

Then I can’t hold back. I’m thrusting faster, surging harder, seeking deeper to make my mark on her.

Anna’s hands clutch my ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh, holding me inside her. Bracing myself on one arm, I slip a hand between us, stroking over that sacred spot.

Anna’s eyes open, catching on mine. “What are you doing?” The question is breathless, curious.

“I want you to come around me.”

“I—” Her breath catches, thoughts scattering as my fingers stroke and my dick thrusts. I brace myself higher over her, watching her body respond to my touch with both fingers and cock. Watching myself disappear into her body. Watching her come alive because of me.

When I look up, Anna is staring back. Her breathing shallow. Her hips dancing.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.”

Anna’s gaze leaps to my eyes and we stare at one another until she breaks first. Rolling her head to the side, her lids lower as euphoria takes over. Her hips are wild and her moans desperate. I pinch her clit, and she softly cries out as she squeezes me. Tightening her body while clutching me inside her, I move faster, slipping to my knees and lifting her lower body over my thighs.

“Need more,” I tell her. “Need all of you.”

“I’m right here,” she moans, still releasing over me. “I’m yours.”