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“Relax, baby, let me in.”

Her muscles loosen, allowing me to ease in further until we’re skin to skin. Sweat breaks out on my chest and neck, as electric sensations shoot up and down my spine. The air in the room changes, sexual tension growing thick when I start to move.

Nothing has ever felt so right. A sense of intimacy swirls around us as I glide in and out, feeling her suck me back with every retreat.

Her lips part and her eyes roll closed as she rocks her hips into mine. Together, we create a rhythm, and the blood scorches in my veins as I fight to hold on. She’s gripping me tightly, milking every stroke until I have to close my eyes. My dick grows thicker, and she moans in pleasure when I swivel my hips.

Her hands slip around my neck, and she pulls her face up to mine. I open my eyes to find her gaze has transformed into a molten blaze. Her breath hitches when I surge deep and she cries out.

There’s no more holding back as I increase my speed, thrusting frantically, running a hand down her thigh, and adjusting my angle. The minute I hit her g-spot, she starts to gasp for breath, little purrs escaping her lips.

“Come for me, Emi.”

On command, her muscles contract, and she drops her head back and yells my name.

The coiling in my gut unravels, and I drive into her relentlessly until my balls tighten and I explode, my vision going black as I pour into her.

I remain still, listening to the sound of her pants as she catches her breath. Her internal muscles continue to tremor around my cock, which pulses inside her. I jerk my head a few times to clear my mind, and then focus back on her face.

She’s glowing and a rush of pride flows through my body. I kiss along the column of her neck until I reach her jaw and nip the skin lightly.

“I don’t want to move,” she whispers.

The rush of pride turns into a flood as I lower her head back to the bed and release her thigh.

“Once we get to my place, you can stay in the bed, naked.”

“You may have to carry me.”

“Gladly.”

She flashes me a blinding smile, and right then, I know. I never stood a chance.

I set the coffee mugs on the nightstand and crawl back into bed, circling my arms around Emi’s waist. She lets out a low groan as I kiss my way across her bare shoulder and up to her neck. I know she’s waking up when she starts to wiggle her sweet ass against my hips.

“Why are you wearing clothes?” Her sleepy voice is muffled by the pillow.

“I had to put on pants to start the coffee.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“We need to get up.”

“That’s even more unfortunate.”

“We need to take a shower before I take you home.”

“If I had my car, we could sleep thirty minutes longer.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, did you say we need to take a shower?” She rolls into me, her eyes wide.

I swipe her hair off her face and lean in to kiss her lightly. “Yes, we need a shower, don’t you think? We got pretty dirty last night.”

“I—um—I—I’ve never done that.”

“Done what?” I slide back to see her face. “Shower?”