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Nearly ready to weep as he lowered his powerful body over hers, she moaned at the feel of his cock poised against her tight opening. She swirled her hips until they were in position.
And then, miraculously, he entered her with one strong thrust.
She hissed as his cock slammed into her, stretched her, possessed her completely. “Yes. You feel so good.” She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to savor the feel of him.
“Shit. You’re so wet. Nothing between you and my cock. There’s no fucking better feeling than this,” Simon panted against her neck, his chest heaving against her breasts, abrading her swollen nipples.
Hands entwined, his fingers squeezing hers until they were nearly numb, Simon pumped his hips as she answered him by grinding up against him, meeting him halfway.
Her heart ached as her body joined again and again with Simon’s, knowing that this moment was pivotal, extraordinary and special.
Her heels dug into his rock-hard ass, urging him deeper, faster. His strokes became powerful, forceful. In and out. Over and over.
His mouth covered hers, his kiss almost violent as he ravaged her mouth, owning it, as his velvet-soft tongue swept through every inch of her mouth, thrusting in the same rhythm as his cock.
Overwhelmed by his strength, absorbed in the cadence of pummeling cock and thrusting tongue, Kara lost herself in Simon. Completely. Utterly. Willingly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling, pulsating, in the most incredible climax she had ever experienced.
Her channel clenched, her flesh tightening and releasing around Simon’s cock as he pounded in and out of her body with furious abandon.
He groaned into her mouth, entwining his marauding tongue with hers, as he buried himself one last time deep inside her, his big body trembling above her as he came, flooding her womb with heat.
Dragging his mouth away from her lips, his face fell against her neck. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck,” he chanted breathlessly against her skin.
She yanked on her hands, needing the return of her blood circulation. She freed herself and wrapped her arms around him, threading her hands through his sweat-soaked hair, cradling his head against her neck. His weight was heavy on top of her, his body relaxed and sated, but she wasn’t ready for him to move.
“I think I just died,” he huffed, still breathing hard.
“I guess I must be dead right along with you then. I was there,” she answered with a gasp, her hands still sifting through his hair.
Later, she would wonder how long she and Simon had laid there in a world of their own, stunned and astonished by what had occurred, but at that moment she just absorbed the peace that came after the turbulent storm.
After an unknown amount of time, Simon rolled off her. “I’m heavy. I’m sorry.”
Curling into his side, she sighed heavily. “It was fine.”
“It was beyond fine,” he growled, playfully and intentionally misunderstanding her.
“Thank you, Simon,” she whispered softly.
“For what?” he asked, puzzled, as he wrapped one arm around her protectively and stroked the hair from her face with another.
“For what just happened.”For trusting me. For letting go of a few ghosts. For giving me what I needed. For giving yourself what you needed.
She couldn’t see his face, but she didn’t need to. She could hear the grin in his voice. “Sweetheart, don’t thank me. I should be worshipping at your feet.”
“Ah…well…if you must…go ahead.” She answered like a queen addressing one of her subjects, trying to lighten the mood.
Small steps.
He snorted. “Can’t right now. You wore me out.”
“Ungrateful cad.” She swatted his shoulder with a smile.
“I don’t need to be at your feet. I already worship you,” he whispered gently as his lips brushed over hers and he released her to tuck himself back into his jeans.
She sat up, groping for her own jeans and panties. “Yeah, yeah…men will say anything after a decent orgasm.” Denim brushed her fingers and she hopped up, quickly pulling the panties and jeans over her hips.