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“You don’t have to try,” Randy said. He moved forward, his cock already hardened from the promise of our time together.

While I sat on the bed, he moved my shirt off my shoulder, dropping feather light kisses there. “Sexy shoulders,” he murmured. “I bet you didn’t even try for that.”

I shook my head, my heart rate starting to pick up already.

“See? You don’t even have to try.”

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to pull. I raised my hands and as soon as the material passed my fingertips, he dropped it on the floor.

“Lean back.”

I did as he said. He unbuttoned my jeans and then pulled on the hem of the legs. I lifted my ass to help and before long, they were moving past my thighs and then fell to the floor with my shirt.

I sat back up, his belly button in line with my face. I licked there, moving my tongue up in a sweeping motion as my hands grasped the Adonis cut to his hips. He groaned, moving closer to me, but I placed my hands on his stomach and held him away while I stood, kissing my way up his stomach and chest. I ran my tongue over his nipple piercing and then moved higher, kissing his neck until I felt his cock against my stomach.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.

I moved up to his lips, claiming him. I was glad I wasn’t the only one that felt like that. That felt like our priorities had been way off lately. He yanked me closer, his hands settling on my lower back. He kneaded me there, sending delicious warmth through my body. His right hand dropped lower, cupping my ass until he brought me against his stiff dick. “Mmm, Randy.”

He smiled into my kiss. “I could say the same.”

“Please do.”

He groaned into my mouth, kissing me silly until he pulled a moan of my own out of me. “I can’t wait to push inside your sweet, sweet pussy.”

My insides clenched, and I focused on the area between my legs. I was getting wet, preparing myself for him, for the closeness I would feel, and the pleasure I knew he’d give me. That we’d give one another.

“Fuck, Norah,” he said after I flicked my finger over his nipple.

He reached around my back and unclasped my bra, helping me out of it before I felt it fall past my hips and add to the growing collection of clothing on the floor. Right away, he cupped me. He moved away to look, watching as he fondled me.

“Perfect breasts.” He leaned over, claiming my nipple inside his hot mouth.

“Oh God.”

With his other hand, he stroked my nipple until it hardened. My breasts felt full, and aching, waiting for more.

He kissed his way across my chest, licking his way up the swell of my breast until he settled over my other nipple, already so sensitive from his touch. My mouth clamped around another sound.

While he stroked my nipple with his tongue, his other hand dropped. As he went, my body responded, moving into it. He slipped past my panties and I spread my legs for him. He massaged my clit before he moved lower, finding his destination and slipping a finger inside. I let out a short scream. “Yes, Randy.”

He moved his finger in and out, his mouth never giving up its hold on my nipple. I wanted him to enter me, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

I moved with him, my hips moving over his finger until he broke his hold and swore. In the next instant, he pulled my panties down and came forward. I fell on the bed and he came forward just as quick, never letting any space between us. He hooked his arms around my legs and pulled out and up, leaving me wide open for him. He paused over me, his chest heaving.

I reached down, trying to grab hold of his ass and help him inside me, but he didn’t need any help. He coaxed the tip of him inside, and I let out a breath of air.

“Jesus, Norah. Every time.” He pushed harder, sliding his entire cock inside me until the base. He rolled his hips into me again and again, still holding onto my legs and out of my reach. All I could do was meet him stroke after stroke.

I peered down to where we joined, his hard cock entering me again and again in a rhythm that took my breath away. The feeling of needing this subsided, and it was just Randy and me and our breathy sounds.

Randy edged me closer and closer to the breaking point. To the point I knew my orgasm was on the horizon and not just some magical thought, but a place I knew I’d get to. “More,” I said, pleading with him. Now that it was there, I wanted it. Now.

He obliged me, moving faster and faster until the bed dipped and creaked. His face strained, and my body pitched higher and higher.

“Fuck, Randy, yes.”

For a blissful moment, my orgasm hit as Randy kept stroking inside driving me impossibly higher. Then, I screamed out as the world seemed to fly out from underneath me. Randy leaned in, changing to short, quick pumps until he stilled, then roared and slammed into me one last time. Inside, I felt him pulse, and I stared up at the ceiling as my heart fluttered.