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“God, Dillon. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

He removes his fingers as I position him at my entrance. I start to lower myself down, his eyes lock on mine and before I have a chance to freak out, I slowly guide him inside me.

“Oh fuck, Amy.”

He grabs at my hips, digging his fingers into my skin. I place my hands over his, squeezing them to my body, putting all my weight on my knees. I watch his face as I push myself down, feeling him fill me slowly. His mouth opens and a long groan escapes. Dillon threads our fingers together and holds our joined hands between us as I circle my hips over him.

“It feels so good Dillon.”

He pulls our hands towards him so my body leans slightly over his, the angle even more intense. I start to move up and down and feel him slide in and out and all of those sensitive nerves sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. We’re both panting and groaning, but I can tell Dillon needs more. He’s been so slow and gentle with me.

“Dillon, flip us.”

Without a word, he holds my body to him and we roll so I’m underneath him. I relax my legs and let them fall open. He holds his weight up with his forearms on either side of my head and starts to slide his body against mine. Slow at first. He pumps into me as he kisses my mouth softly, his thumbs caressing my temples.

“Go faster Dillon,” I whisper. He speeds up his pace, but he’s still being too gentle. I know he’s holding back.

“Harder Dillon. I need to come. Don’t hold back.” He moans and then aggressively attacks my mouth as he starts to pound into me. I have to grab onto his biceps to stop my head from hitting the headboard. He starts to grunt with each thrust which heightens my arousal. I moan and arch my back, lifting my hips, digging my heels into the mattress, trying to get him as deep as possible. Our hips slap together, over and over making a sloppy wet sound from the juices my body is expelling. His lips drag across my forehead, his heavy breath blowing my hair as his body moves back and forth over mine. I lick and nip at his neck, tasting the salt from his skin.

“God, Amy. You feel amazing. I’m gonna come. So hard.” He rocks into me, pushing in so deep, he hits a sensitive spot that makes me cry out and squeeze his arms.

“Oh God. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Hold onto me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles together behind his back. He pushes his body up above me like he’s going to do a pushup and then thrusts into me. Fast. Hard. Over and over. The bed squeaks, the headboard hits the wall. I cry out each time he thrusts forward, hitting that spot. I dig my heels into his back as I feel my entire core start to pulsate around him.

I go still as my muscles tighten and start to spasm. I squeeze my thighs and tighten my arms around his neck. My mouth falls open, expelling all of my breath as I come.

Before I can even catch my breath, I feel Dillon pull out of me so he can stand and then my ankles are being pulled to the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms under my knees and pulls my ass to the edge, and then he fills me again.

Seeing him standing over me holding my legs wide open while he enters my body, his muscles flexing with each push, sweat dripping from his skin and the fierce look of desire in his eyes spurs another orgasm that is even more intense than the last. I seem to be dangling at the edge of a cliff and I just can’t seem to fall over. It just goes on and on. My hips push frantically towards him and I claw at the sheets on the bed. I can’t stop the noises bellowing from my mouth. My body is over sensitive and over stimulated and it is overwhelming. Tears flood my eyes. Dillon grunts with each hard thrust and as he becomes louder, I find myself completely losing control. I slam my hips with his and just as I feel my muscles squeeze him, my orgasm finally pushing me over that edge, he stiffens over me. I look up at his face. It’s tense. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lips are parted and then he comes. I can feel it. I can feel him swell inside me as his body trembles. He lets out a long groan, takes a few deep breaths, and then he opens his eyes.

“Holy shit.” He scoops me up and crawls back onto the bed and then he collapses onto his back, pulling me down onto his chest. We’re both hot and sticky. My cheek suctions to his chest. I don’t care. I scoot as close as I can and I use my finger to write words on his chest. Words I want to write in my journal right now. Words that I’m afraid to say out loud.

“You okay?” Dillon asks as he pulls the sweaty strands of hair off of my face.

“This is the best college party ever,” I joke.

“I mean, was it too much? Are you sore?” he asks, still feathering his finger across my face.