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Even this friction on her clit was too much, so I positioned my head at her entrance again and pushed inside. Grace came the next second, tightening around my cock so much that my vision blurred. Her face turned completely red, her mouth open wide as a guttural sound filled the room. She tried to move her wrists farther apart and nearly tore her T-shirt. I felt more than saw her legs move frantically on the bed. I couldn’t get past how intense this already felt. Her inner muscles worked my cock so much that I was in danger of coming already.

I blinked several times so I could regain my vision. I didn’t want to miss any detail of Grace coming this beautifully the second my cock was in her pussy. When I pulled back, then slammed in again, she cried so loud that I realized she hadn’t even finished coming. I fucked her through her orgasm, watching her climax intensify more on every thrust.

She seemed in control of her body again a few moments later as she came down from the cusp. Perfect time to change positions. I put one of her ankles on my shoulder, tilting her pelvis slightly backward. She moaned at the change of angle. I liked how easy I could access her clit like this. I immediately brushed my thumb on it.

“Zachary!” she panted. She sounded as if she could barely string two syllables together, like she was still delirious with pleasure. It was all I wanted.

She attempted to free her hands, but I leaned forward enough so I could grab the shirt tightly. “No.”

Her eyes flew open. “I’ll do whatever you say, just please don’t stop.”

If she was going to continue begging like this, I’d blow any second now. I moved in and out of her, watching her face but also taking in the way her body changed on every thrust.

I could tell the moment she went from simply enjoying the sensations to bracing herself for another orgasm. First, she tilted her head back just a smidge, jutting her chin forward. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, then turned her head sideways, burying it in one of her arms. Her breasts were completely flushed. Her nipples turned, if possible, even harder. I knew that without even touching them. I twisted one between my fingers, and she whimpered.

Bringing a hand down from her nipple to her clit, I brushed it with two fingers, drawing out moan after moan. My cock felt on fire already. She fueled me on insanely fast. I wasn’t going to hold back because I knew she wouldn’t need long to come.

“Zachary, oh my God.” She undulated her back almost in a spasm. She needed a break or she’d get too overstimulated, so I took my hand off her clit and slowed my thrusts.

Her eyes flew open, and she looked me directly in the eyes. I fucking loved this moment, pushing in and out slowly while shehad her eyes on me. She was trying to anticipate my next move. At the same time, I knew without a doubt that she trusted me implicitly to drive her over the edge and give her all the pleasure she needed. The way she gave herself to me without any fucking restraint nearly brought me to my knees.

Grace always seemed to hold her cards close to her chest, but not at this moment. Right now, she was surrendering to me in this godforsaken cabin next to the bayou.

Her inner muscles started to tighten around my cock again. I decided that this was how I was going to make both of us come—by fucking her exquisitely slowly.

“Zachary, what are you doing to me? This is...” Her voice shook before turning into a cry. She seemed to lose control of her body again and yanked one hand out from under her shirt. I didn’t chastise her or make her put it back; she needed freedom to move so she could ride this out completely. She lowered her leg from my shoulder, then pushed herself up onto her elbows. I realized she wanted to make this faster, but I grabbed her hips with both hands.

“No, babe.”

“Zachary, please.” Her voice shook so badly that I could barely make out what she was saying.

“I promise you’ll come so damn hard. I fucking promise that. But you need to trust me.”

Her entire body was trembling, but she nodded and lay back down. I kept her hips up slightly, a few inches from the bed. I continued to fuck her at the same rhythm, pulling out slowly, pushing in even slower. I felt her muscles grip my cock on every inch that went in. It was out-of-this-world good.

Then she started to shake even more. Her breath hitched. I was so close that I could practically feel my climax. The anticipation was killing me, but I didn’t want to rush. Not at all. I wanted us to savor every second.

I looked straight at her, not breaking eye contact. When I pulled my cock out completely and brushed the length of it over her clit, she moaned, dropping her head back before crying out loud. “Fuck yes.”

Her sounds could be heard even from miles away. I was sure of it. It was a gorgeous sight—an experience that I’d remember for a long time.

Then I slid back in as her climax tore through her body. I joined her this time. My release was so powerful that I couldn’t even move properly. Relief filled every cell. This was pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It brought me to my damn limit, and I cried out right along with Grace for everyone out on the bayou to hear us.

Chapter Thirteen

Zachary

The next morning, it was very hot inside the cabin. Grace was sleeping peacefully next to me. My phone showed it was ten o’clock. We hadn’t gone to bed until after sunrise, but I couldn’t sleep any longer, so I got up.

I put on my boxers and moved to the living room, checking my messages. I had an unread text from Felicia.

Felicia: Good morning. We’re out with the animals. We’ve put a basket with breakfast in front of the door because we didn’t want to wake you up. I hope you had a good night. I know the couch couldn’t have been too comfortable.

Zachary: Thanks for breakfast.

I tossed my phone onto the couch as I went to open the door. The basket was chock-full of food. On top there was bread and small jars of jam. I brought it in, putting it on the small table next to the wall, and then I heard footsteps. Grace was walking in slowly, a sheet wrapped around her. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was in complete disarray, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Good morning,” I greeted.