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“Kyle…”

She breathed my name more than said it, which was always music to my ears. I loved the way she spoke my name. I loved her voice, soft and feminine. Her moans, her whimpers, so sultry. So sexy…

“I—I’m close, Kyle… I—”

My fingers had been sawing in and out of her, more rapidly as her excitement grew. Just before she came however, I pushed forward and made my hand rigid. I held it there and let her screw downward, rubbing the underside of my knuckles against her pelvic bone. She cried out in orgasmic release, while clawing the pillow with both hands in some sort of adorable death-grip.

By now, I knew what my girl liked.

I slid up alongside her as she came floating down, all grins and smiles. Her body was slippery against mine. There was oil practically everywhere.

“Okay. Your turn.”

She began with her hand, stroking me up and down. Helping me out of my boxers, until I was naked on my back. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the feel of her warm, oil-soaked fingers wrapped tightly around my manhood. Dragging them slowly up and down. Squeezing gently, just beneath the head.

I wasn’t at all surprised when she threw a leg over me. Sammara sank all the way down on my cock in a single, lubricated thrust. We both groaned simultaneously, then smiled.

“You’re right about me not wanting to give up control,” she breathed, placing a hand on my chest.

“Are you referring to our conversation from earlier?”

Her eyes closed, but she nodded. We’d been talking about work. About how she needed to hire someone else, but she was too much of a control freak to take on another assistant.

“Let me show you how much I like control…”

She reached back, and I felt her warm, slender fingers travel over my balls. I hissed through clenched teeth as she closed her palm over them.

“Shoot it in me, Kyle.”

It felt incredible, the way she was rolling her hips. The gentle squeeze of her hand on my balls, coaxing me… urging me to come with my cock buried so deeply inside her.

“Put it deep, baby. Please…”

I could’ve held off, but there wasn’t a point. Instead I let go, digging my hands into her hips as I came. Sliding them up to her breasts in order to feel the full weight of them in my hands…

“Awwww, yes! That’s it…”

I climaxed with a guttural groan, shooting so hard and so deep inside her I almost blacked out. And through it all she stayed there, rocking her body. Holding my eyes prisoner in her own sapphire blue orbs, while she smiled and grunted and rode me past the point of completion.

She collapsed forward when she was done, leaving us chest to chest, face to face. Her blonde hair crashed downward, enveloping our heads in a waterfall of golden curls that surrounded us on all sides.

“I love you,” she smiled, and kissed me.

Control.

Yes, our fiancé definitely had a problem giving up control. But it’s one of the things we loved most about her, too. Sammara was headstrong. Motivated. Totally unstoppable, once she set her mind on something.

Somewhere downstairs, we heard a door slam. We stopped kissing just long enough to look at each other.

“Ryan’s home,” I said, matter-of-factly.

Sammara grinned back at me mischievously. She raised one eyebrow.

“Want me to get him?” I laughed.

She bit her lip as if considering the question, but we both knew better than that.

“Please.”