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Hands roamed.
“You taste so damn good, Scarlett,” he whispered against my ear.
I moaned as he left a trail of burning kisses down my neck, the column of my throat.
He paid particular attention to each of my breasts. Christian closed his mouth over my left nipple and sucked.
I nearly lost it then and when he bit down to leave his bite mark, I groaned. Excitement hummed through my veins.
My pussy felt incredibly wet. He moved to the right nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.
I willingly parted my legs for him, eating to feel him inside me, claiming me in the most intimate way possible.
“Wait a moment,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on my mouth.
Christian parted from me and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants.
I was so turned on, words left me and I could only nod but I liked that he came prepared, that he anticipated this.
He tore the packaging, slipped the condom on and resumed position, planting himself between my spread thighs.
I gripped his shoulders as he kissed me again and for a moment, it was just the two of us. Nothing mattered. Not the article or the frustrations I left behind in the city.
Christian guided his cock, thick and beautiful, into my waiting entrance. I gasped as he pushed into me, slowly and steadily until he was full sheathed inside me.
“You okay?” Christian asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered, voice a little harsh. “Move, Christian.”
He complied, knowing glint in his eyes, grin on his mouth. I leaned in close, capturing his lips with mine.
Christian pushed his tongue down my throat and I willingly sucked down on it. He moved to a steady rhythm, one that suited us both.
Soon enough, I found myself moving together with him.
Each time he entered me, it felt like a piece of my soul floated to his. A perfect fit.
He reduced us both to panting and needy animals, our bodies slicked with sweat. The next time he pushed inside me, I gasped.
Christian had found my sweet spot. He went for it over and over again, making sure to brush against my clit each time.
The pressure building inside me threatening to burst open and it finally did, when he pushed inside me one more time.
I cried out his name and saw stars. The room fell away from my line of sight. I desperately clung to him, catching my breath.
In a few strokes, Christian climaxed, fingers in my hair, his lips pressed against my throat. He pulled his dick away, resting his forehead against mine for a few moments.
“Wow,” I whispered.
I wasn’t a virgin and had been on a few dates but none of the men I’d been with had made my body sing like this.
“Yeah,” he said.
Eventually, we made our way upstairs, to the bedroom.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the room, flickering against the wooden beams overhead.
Outside, the lake was still, the night air crisp and quiet, but inside, warmth cocooned me—his warmth.