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While I’m still staring at my little mark, Erik’s hand takes the place of mine, caressing and flicking. “God, you feel so good,” he groans. “All hot and wet and ready for me.”

One finger plunges inside, then another, slowing pumping in and out. And yes, from the ease he moves inside me, it’s clear Iamready. Body and heart and mind.

Suddenly I’m desperate to touch him everywhere. His chest. His abs. The evidence of his arousal. I wrap my hand around him and stroke, adding the amount of pressure I’ve learned he likes, smiling as he surges against me.

The heat at my center builds even hotter. Brighter. More insistent.

My thighs quiver. My belly tightens. My hips thrust impatiently against Erik’s hand.

“I need you inside me,” I moan. “Please. Now. I need you.”

Erik’s eyes darken, turning from sapphire to a deep twilight. “Yes. I need you too.”

Then.

He lifts me again.

Sits on the couch and sets me down on top of him.

And,oh my, he fills me in one smooth plunge.

“Yes,” he repeats, “Yes.” His hands come to my waist and he raises me almost completely off him before pulling me down again.

I clutch his shoulders, not for balance, because I know Erik would never let me fall. I just need to touch him. Feel his heat and strength seeping into me.

Erik moves me up and down almost effortlessly, sinking deep into me with each thrust.

Or really, it’s probably no effort at all. Not for him. Not when I’ve seen the weights he lifts without breaking a sweat.

“Erik,” I say between gasps, “I really… love… this.”

“Love what?” he asks.

“How strong you are. How you can do this.”

A smile curves his lips. “Oh,really?”

“Yes. I?—”

But my thoughts blank out when he hitsthatspot deep inside me.

“You like being on top?” Erik asks. “Or me lifting you?”

“Yes. Both. All of it.”

That didn’t make sense. But I don’t much care right now.

“We’ll have to try the shower next time,” he replies. “And you know we have a sauna. Plus a hot tub. We could definitely get some privacy there.”

He lifts me again.

Pulls me down.

Somehow I manage to form words. “Yes. We should do all of those things.”

“Okay.” He kisses me, his tongue moving in rhythm with the rest of his body. Hot. Wet. Plunging deep.

“Oh, God. Erik.” I can feel it coming fast; the imminent explosion of ecstasy. “I’m so close. I’m so?—”