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I feel Sally stretching around me, her tightness easing ever so slightly. The indents between her brows smooth over. I sink deeper inside her, and she whimpers.

“Want me to stop?”

“Absolutely”—she shakes her head for the second time, breathless—“not.”

“That’s my girl. You’re doing so good, Sunshine.”

I kiss her forehead and press further. She relaxes, bit by bit. I’m close to being sunk to the hilt. It’s agony, holding back, but I do it until I’m literally shaking.

“I’m gonna go all the way in. Can you take a deep breath, just like you showed me?”

She sucks in air through her nose. At the same moment I rear back, then thrust forward so I slide into her on a slow, steady stroke that has me buried balls deep. Sally’s eyes go wide, and then they water. I do what I can to soothe the sting: I kiss her mouth, her neck. I arc my thumb over the back of her hand, and I stay very still, waiting for her to adjust to the feel of me.

Our fit is tight. Sweat breaks out along my scalp and on my chest as I hold for one beat, another. She feels so damn good, it makes my blood riot. My body aches with the need to rut, to move.

But Sally is the one to move first. Closing her eyes, she nudges her hips forward. The movement is small but significant, and I smile.

“Feel better?” I ask, untangling my fingers from hers so I can reach between us.

“Yeah. Wy, you feel so—” She rocks against me and sighs. “Oh, so,sogood. It feels full, but—yeah,good.”

I roll my thumb over her clit. “Aw, Sunshine, that’s what I like to hear. You’re doing so good. I’m gonna make you feel so good when you come around my dick.”

Her pussy flutters around me and I chuckle, even as my body seizes.

“Told you I was close,” she pants.

“No shit.” I continue to roll my thumb as I try a baby thrust. “Open your eyes, Sally. Look at me.”

She does. I pull back, push forward, and this time, herhips rise to meet my thrust.

“Wyatt,” she pleads.

Her eyes are full of sharp-edged lust. There’s something softer there too. Something that makes my heart turn over.

“You promise you meant what you said?” I ghost my lips over hers. “That you were gonna let me do what I wanted?”

She whimpers, “What do you want?”

“I wanna come inside you.”

Her mouth curves into a small smile. “You don’t wanna pull out.”

“Good memory.”

“That’s a hard line to forget.” Her fingertips glide up my arm to caress my neck. “Go. Don’t stop. Please, I want—” Her breath catches when her pussy squeezes me. “I want all of you, Wy.”

I circle her clit with my thumb. At the same time, I duck my head and take her nipple in my mouth. Biting down, I give her my first deep, hard thrust, the bed frame groaning in protest.

She closes her eyes andcomes. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and her back convulses, body rising off the bed on a tidal wave of sensation.

She’s breathing my name when I capture her mouth in a kiss. I close my eyes, and despite the frenzy of need inside my skin I try to memorize everything about this moment. The way she tastes like me. How her hips continue to roll as she rides out her orgasm, the rhythm uneven but insistent.

She bites down on my bottom lip before sucking on it. The caress is lingering, lazy.

Loving.

Electricity shoots up my spine. I thrust again and again, my hips jerking as I blindly seek release. Sally takes control of the kiss, her hands on my face, her knees drawing up around my hips, like she knows I want—need—to be held.