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The wet sound of his fingers working in and out of me takes over the room. It’s obscene and drives my desire further and further over the edge.

When Adonis pumps his fingers inside of me, I chase the fullness by rocking back on his hand. Soon, there’s no separation and I’m consumed.

With the sound of his breathing.

The urgent strokes of his fingers.

And the hardness now pressing into my lower belly.

I don’t know when my hand fell away from his erection, but I rush to reconnect, running my palm over the veins I’ve memorized from countless moments like this.

Only now I need him inside. I free him from his boxers and guide the tip to my entrance. Then I wait.

“Need you,” I repeat. I’m panting, so breathless and drunk on the delicacy of our yearning colliding.

He fingers me until I’m shaking on top of him and immediately lines his length up at my opening.

“Just the tip,” he whispers against my mouth, one armaround my back and the other around his shaft as he eases inside of me. “You can take the tip, right?”

My eyes slide shut. My hips still. The more I tense, the more he relaxes beneath me.

“How does that feel, baby?”

Good. So good.

I answer him by taking more of him. At least another inch disappears inside of me before I pause and adjust.

He’s big. It’s one thing to know from watching him. It’s another thing to know from having him stretch me.

My kisses grow frenzied, but I don’t ease down on him anymore. There’s a burning in my hips and abs from the effort of hovering precariously over him, and I accept my fate. This is the sweet spot.

Licking along his jaw, I moan when his harsh grip on me arrests my movements.

“So fucking good,” he says hoarsely, slanting his hips so I yield to another inch of him.

My whimper is incoherent as I drop my head to the crook of his neck.

His hold doesn’t lessen. Then he plunges his hips upward until almost all my resistance shatters.

“Adonis,” I scream into his skin.

“You can take more, Delilah.”

“I…can’t.”

But he isn’t asking. He’s telling me.

“Look how good you’re being, opening up for me.”

I cry into his neck. “Please, Adonis.”

“I know, baby. I’m giving you everything and you’re taking it so well.”

It hurts.

God, it hurts.

The stinging. The stretching.