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His gaze never leaving mine, he pushed into the opening of my pussy. He kept on going even as my vaginal muscles struggled to accommodate him.

Sweeping my hands down his body, I curled my fingers into the firm flesh of his buttocks and pulled him closer. The wide head of his cock smoothed over my G-spot and I moaned as I stretched taut around his thick girth.

On a long, glorious ride, he went as far as he could. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and I focused on them as fire whipped through me and a burning heat filled my core. I was so close to coming already and he’d only just entered me. There was a tightening in my clit, a sizzling in my nerve endings.

“Not yet,” he said. “Hold it off.” He froze, filling me so deeply, so wonderfully but offering no movement whatsoever.

I panted, short little gasps, and touched his face the way he was touching mine. It was such an intimate embrace and, hovering on the edge of climax as I was, it had my mind floating and my heart tripping.

After several, long, deliciously agonizing seconds he began to rock his pelvis back and forth, rubbing over my clit and snaring my nipples in his chest hair, his hips playing a wickedly slow and sensual dance over mine.

“Ah…ah…I can’t…I can’t…” I was almost there, my breaths erratic, my pussy clenching.

He stilled again. “Wait,” he said, the heat of his breath fanning across my face. “Not yet.” He stared at me through heavy-lidded eyes. He was so near too. His cock was a spear of steel within me, as hard as it could get.

I tried to hold it off, really I did, but just the weight of him on my clit, the pressure on that sensitive bud and his huge cock buried within me rolled me over the edge. “Ah…oh god,” I gasped. Staring into his eyes, I free-fell into pleasure. The pulsing sensation was overwhelming and I gave myself up to every beat and spasm, gorging on the fact that he was so still and I could clench around him, feed off his hardness. I cried out breathlessly, it was so intense, so concentrated.

As my body shook in a final explosion then jerked into his he kissed me gently, reverently.

I panted around his lips. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait. You just—”

“It’s okay, you’ll come again.”

His absolute certainty was so damn sexy my pussy instantly began twitching for more even though it was still riddled with aftershocks.

Finally he moved again. Not thrusting, barely pulling his cock out, just taking our joined bodies on an erotic ride full of exquisite pleasure—small, gentle movements of his flesh inside me that caressed and stroked my sweetest spots.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he murmured onto my lips. “So damn beautiful.”

“It feels beautiful when you make me come,” I said, my voice breathy and my hands sliding beneath his underarms to hook on to his shoulders. “However you make me come, it always feels beautiful.”

His mouth took possession of mine again, sweet and soft. Rocking over me, he built me up to a new, profoundly intense climax. There was something different about his kisses now, something hot and possessive, it filled my heart with hope for the future—our future.

“I’m coming,” he suddenly gasped into my mouth. “I can’t hold off anymore.” His body became rigid, his breath caught and held.

Then he was pulsing within me, spurting his climax into the condom. A harsh, animalistic grunt filled the room and I clung to him as he shook and shivered in my arms. Held him together as his huge, tough body split apart in ecstasy.

His orgasm tipped me into mine and the explosion that shook my pussy was cataclysmic. It went beyond pleasure, it penetrated my soul, claimed my mind, body and spirit. Brilliant bursts of light shot through my vision as release swept through my nerves, my senses and my heart.

He gave a final thrusting jerk, groaned low and guttural and buried his head in my neck.

I clung to him for a long time, feeling sated, replete and safe, and realized that within Rick’s arms I had finally found my place in the world.





Chapter Ten



Tuesday dawned and as the lemony morning sun filtered into the bedroom I knew I needed to spend the day with Rick. My emotions were calm, my body recovered from the shock of the previous day but I was sure that if we were apart the threads of my regained composure would unravel.

“Stay with me today,” he said, winding an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “Don’t go to work.”

I shifted on the pillow to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, frowning. “I know I shouldn’t ask it of you again, but I just can’t imagine not having you within arm’s reach all day.”