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His knee spread her legs, he positioned himself perfectly and in one thrust he was in and she was encasing him and there was nowhere else she ever wanted him to be.
That one movement. That one touch inside her.
It was all it took for her to be worked up all over again.
The fullness. The tightness. The pressure of coming again.
He was slamming into her, no pattern, no rhythm, no plan. Just unbridled lust.
Somehow she matched him beat for beat.
Their hips raising and lowering, grinding together as if they’d practiced this thousands of times before.
His mouth crushed hers, his tongue invading her mouth, her hanging on for the glorious ride of a lifetime.
The more he pulled out, the more she wanted him to jam back in. As if he’d die if he couldn’t be inside of her.
Her legs went up, her knees wide, giving him an all access pass to continue as he was.
The tension that was building again, just released out of nowhere.
He found that internal button again, shocking them both.
She was pulsing around him. He must have been feeling it because then he went into overdrive.
The bed was squeaking, her abs were hurting, her legs might even be cramping.
But it was all worth it when he let out a groan, then dropped on top of her like his tank just hit E and he came to a standstill.
Her legs dropped to the bed, her fingers running down his back.
It was covered in sweat, slick and smooth at the same time.
He turned his head, his mouth to her neck. “You’re a lot of work.”
She laughed, turned to face him, her lips against his. “But was it worth it?”
“Yeah,” he breathed out, then laid his first gentle kiss on her lips.
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BEHIND THE SCENES
Marly Conway was asleep in his bed upstairs while he was in the kitchen starting coffee the next morning.
There were parts of his body he hadn’t been aware could hurt after sex.
Most of them internal.
As if the physical experience unleashed something he’d been holding back for years.
He’d been married. He’d been engaged. Twice.
He knew what love was. And yet none of it ever felt like this did.
This intense feeling of longing that if she walked out of his life tomorrow, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it.
How was it possible after just a few weeks?
