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When I’m ready, I move beneath him. Kell breaks the kiss with a low sound.
“Laura.”
“Keep going.”
He does, slowly, until the last of the sharpness gives way to pressure, heat, and the extraordinary fullness of having him inside me after four years without anyone.
When his hips finally meet mine, the soft moss at the base of his cock brushes against me. The sensation is startlingly different from the firmer ridges inside me, velvety against skin already too sensitive. My body tightens around him.
For a moment, Kell doesn’t move. Not because I’ve asked him to wait. Because he’s feeling this. All of it. His forehead rests beside mine, and his body quivers once beneath my palms.
“Laura.”
The way he says my name travels straight down my body. My hips move before I consciously decide to move them. He goes rigid for a beat.
“Do that again,” he says.
“I just did.”
“Again.”
I laugh, but I give him what he wants. His hips move with mine this time.
The first stroke is shallow, more instinct than skill. The next is better. By the third, he’s stopped examining the motion and started feeling it.
I slide my hand down his back to his rounded ass and pull him closer. “Yes.”
Kell settles into a rhythm that isn’t polished and doesn’t need to be. He changes things, notices what works, adjusts when something doesn’t. He isn’t following some invisible manual. He’s having sex with me.
My hips rise to meet him before I can think about how much I like that. I tighten my legs around him, drawing him closer, wanting more of the very thing he’s still learning to give me.
The next stroke draws a gasp out of me. He nips my bottom lip, then pulls almost all the way out, then slides into me again. My fingers dig into his back.
A low resonance starts somewhere inside him. Not his voice. Him.
The sound rises through the whole woven structure pressed against me, deep enough that I feel it through my palms and breasts. I stop breathing for a second. The vibration moves through him and into me again, not quite sound and not quite touch, something my body understands before my mind does.
“Oh.”
His rhythm falters. “What?”
“Delicious.”
That earns another stroke, and the resonance changes with it. The vibration moves through me from the inside out, deep enough that my thighs tighten around him.
I grip his shoulders. “Oh, that is completely unfair.”
“What is?”
“That.”
“I do not know what I am doing.”
“I’m aware.”
His head lifts. “You sound pleased about it.”
“Extremely.”
