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Kell kisses me before I can say anything else, and the next few strokes come harder, with a certainty he didn’t have a few minutes ago. I meet him now instead of waiting for him to come to me, and something changes immediately. He stops trying to establish a rhythm by himself and starts moving with mine.

There. That’s what we were missing.

He shifts his weight onto one forearm and slides his other hand beneath my thigh, drawing it higher against his side. The change opens me more, and his next thrust lands at an angle that sends pleasure streaking through me.

I break the kiss enough to breathe, “Kell.” He does it again. “Yes.”

Again. My fingers drag lightly across his back. The resonance deepens. A rough, quiet sound breaks from him, so involuntary that my fingers pause for half a second. Kell shudders above me, and his hips drive forward with enough force to make the mattress shift beneath us.

“Oh, you liked that.”

His answer is immediate. “Yes.”

I do it again, lightly scraping my nails across the wicker strands. A shudder travels through the warm weave beneath my palms, and the response makes my grip tighten. Kell has spent most of tonight discovering what makes me gasp. Now I have something that does the same to him.

I scratch lightly down his back again. His next thrust nearly steals my breath.

“Okay. Definitely that.”

“You said that was unfair.”

“It’s getting more unfair.”

He laughs against my neck, and the vibration of it combines with the deeper resonance moving through his chest. Then he shifts.

The next stroke goes deeper at a different angle, and every clever remark vanishes. I clutch his ass and Kell immediately repeats the angle.

“So good.”

Again. A little harder this time. My head presses back into the pillow.

His hips keep finding that same path, and the rhythm between us becomes less about him learning how sex works and more about both of us wanting the next stroke. Heat gathers low in me again. I slide one hand from his back between our bodies and circle my clit while Kell keeps up the pace.

His forearm braces beside my head. His other hand stays beneath my thigh. My fingers move between us while his hips keep that deep, steady rhythm, and the resonance inside him grows stronger until every place we touch seems to carry some part of it.

I’ve never felt anything like this with a human man. I don’t need to compare it to what I had with Dave. Kell is different, and right now he feels spectacular.

Kell’s control begins to fray. I feel it before I hear it. His strokes lose some of their evenness. The hand beneath my thigh grips harder. A shudder travels through his shoulders and down his back.

“Laura.” My name comes out broken at the edges, and the sound sends another sharp pull through my belly.

“Yes.”

“I…”

Whatever he meant to say disappears when I tighten around him. His hips jerk. The resonance surges.

“Oh.” His voice is so deep it sounds almost feral.

His rhythm breaks, and that loss of control sends me closer. I circle my clit faster as he drives into me again, the resonance deepening with every stroke. Then he shifts just enough to hit the angle we found before.

“There.”

He does it again. The next stroke goes deeper, and my body responds to the combination of his movement, my fingers, and that impossible hum moving through him. Pleasure seizes low and hard, stealing my breath. My body clamps around him, and suddenly every one of those shallow ridges is more distinct. Kell pushes into me again, and the friction catches exactly where I’m already sensitive.

“Kell.”

His name breaks apart as the climax takes me. I grab his back and hold on as my hips lift into him on instinct. Pleasure breaks through me again, then again, each surge pulling everything tighter before letting go just enough for the next to build. My thighs close around his hips. I stop trying to breathe properly.