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I groaned as she eased the zipper over my hard cock, but that sensation was fleeting, soon replaced by urgency, the raw need to feel her wet and tight around me.
She worked my jeans and boxers down, then closed her hand around me, and squeezed.
I groaned, thrusting into her touch several times before gripping her wrist, trying to tug her away. “Stop.”
“Why?” Her tongue flicked against my lips.
“Because I’m a heartbeat away from coming and I want to do it inside you, not all over your hand.”
I felt her smile against my lips. She was debating. I caught her wrist, pulling until she let go, then guided both hands over her head, pinning them there as I eased back.
“Don’t tease me, James,” she said, her voice unexpectedly solemn. “Not this time. I need to feel you.”
Because I knew what she meant, I just nodded.
Boosting her up, I held her gaze. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I thrust into her, driving deep, the hot, slick feel of her cunt making me shudder. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. She was wet, but not quite ready for me and I yanked the bone-numbing need under control—barely.
Panting, I pressed my brow to hers, and forced myself to ask, “Am I hurting you?”
“A little,” she breathed out, her blue eyes fogged with desire. “But I don’t care. I need you. Need this.”
As I withdrew, the feel of her clenching around me was heaven.
But the pinch of discomfort I saw in her eyes was enough to give me more control. I tugged her ankles from behind my back, then hooked my arms under her knees.
“Look at us, Tina.”
Her breath hitched as she obeyed, a flush painting delicate color across her cheeks.
She was stretched tight around me as I withdrew.
“I can smell how much you want me.”
“James…” Her voice hitched on my name, an audible sign of her need.
I felt her need in the way her pussy had grown wetter, in the tension of her limbs, in the way my cock gleamed as I withdrew, the evidence of her desire coating me.
“Please…” she begged.
“Please what?” Leaning in, I nuzzled her neck.
“I…” Her voice broke over that single word and whatever else she wanted to say faded to soft, needy moans.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, thrusting home, flexing my hips in an attempt to go deeper.
“Yes!” Her neck arched, the delicate blue lines of her veins stark against soft skin. “More…harder.”
She emphasized her demand with her nails, digging them deeper into my shoulders through my shirt.
I needed nothing else.
I thrust again, harder this time, faster, and she cried out in pleasure, in relief, in demand for more—perhaps all three, and that made sense.Ineeded all three. The pleasure, the relief of her wet and tight around me, and more of it.
The slap of flesh against flesh and ragged breaths and broken moans filled the air, our bodies growing slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The need to come bit at me with sharp teeth, but I held back until I felt a familiar tension in her, her muscles going taut, her moans going silent as if all of her energy was now focused on that one thing—climax.
Then she was coming, and my already shaky control was obliterated.