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The sounds she made were ungodly, and I reached for her, wrapping her dark hair around my fist to pull it out of her face.

Fuck, I wanted to see her. She was beautiful.

Smart. Talented. And stubborn to a fault.

She choked, but when she pulled back, she was smiling, gasping for air.

She went back down before I could say anything, and she all but decimated any words I’d had right out of my head as she lavished me with her tongue.

“Anica,” I warned after a few minutes of exquisite torture. “If you keep that up, this is going to be over embarrassingly quickly.”

She grinned up at me, her lips curved in a smile that was pure sin. “Can’t have that,” she agreed, giving me one last, tortuously slow lick from base to tip before crawling back up my body.

“I have condoms in the bedside table,” I said, my voice rougher than it had been a few moments ago. Fuck, she’d undone me.

Anica leaned down to kiss me, her lips wet. A second later, she shifted off of me.

“Wow,” she giggled, a flush coloring her cheeks as she leaned over and opened the drawer. “You’re certainly prepared for the orgy apocalypse.”

When she crawled back over, I wrapped an arm around her waist, rolling us so that she was beneath me once more.

“Nah,” I grinned, running my hand up her thigh and snatching the condom from her hand. “That’s just enough for a good weekend.”

“There are four boxes in there!”

“Planning for all contingencies,” I teased, tearing the package and tossing it off the bed.

I rolled the condom on. Anica’s gaze followed my movements.

My size had been an issue before with other women, and I paused as I watched her face.

Shit. Did I prepare her enough? Maybe I needed to get her off again. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Darling, are you… I don’t want–”

“I’m ready,” Anica ran her fingers down my arms, pulling me over her. “I can take it.”

“I’m sure you can,” I leaned down to kiss her, letting my anxieties leak out of me at the taste of me on her lips. I positioned myself above her, bracing my weight on my forearms. “Last chance to back out,” I said against her lips, needing her to be absolutely sure.

In answer, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer, guiding me to her entrance. Her gaze locked on mine. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”

The unexpected directness of her command shot straight to my groin. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, but despite her eagerness, I pressed against her entrance, grinding my jaw as I kept a leash on my restraint.

I eased in slowly until just the head of my dick was inside. Her body tensed at the initial stretch. Every instinct screamed at me to thrust deep, to claim her completely, but I battled against the urge. This wasn’t just anyone beneath me. This was Anica.

“Shit,” she moaned into the back of her hand.

“You okay?” I murmured, watching her face intently.

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Just... give me a second.”

I stilled completely, lowering my head to kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips; anything to distract from the almost overwhelming need to move. Her hands traced patterns on my back, and gradually she relaxed beneath me.

“More,” she whispered against my ear, shifting her hips upwards against me.

I pushed in another inch, then paused again when I felt her tense.

“Breathe,” I reminded her softly, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.

The restraint it took not to bury myself inside her was maddening, but her comfort mattered more than my pleasure.

I couldn’t remember the last time that’d been the case. Maybe never.

Her breathing steadied, and she nodded again. I continued the slow advance, retreating before pressing forward, working my way deeper with each careful thrust. The sensation was torture. Her body gripped me like a silken vise.

“Jesus,” I hissed through clenched teeth when I was seated most of the way inside her. I held perfectly still, giving us both time to adjust; her to my size, me to the overwhelming pleasure threatening to shatter my control. “You feel incredible. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Her gaze met mine, darkening. “So do you,” she replied, her hips shifting experimentally. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the movement changed the angle. “But if you don’t move soon, I’m going to flip us over and take matters into my own hands.”

“Bossy,” I repeated, but obliged, beginning to move within her with shallow, controlled thrusts. Every fiber of my being wanted to take her hard and fast. But something else made me choose gentleness instead.

I watched her face carefully, noting every flutter of her eyelashes, every parting of her lips. When her expression shifted from concentration to pleasure, when her breathing quickened and her nails dug into my shoulders, I increased my pace.

“You want to take more, don’t you darling?” I said, voice strained with the effort of holding back. Fuck, I needed her to say yes. I needed to go deeper. Faster.

“God, yes,” she breathed, arching beneath me.

I angled my hips, seeking that spot inside her that would make her forget everything but this moment, everything but my name.

When I found it, her eyes widened and a moan broken by a gasp escaped her.

Satisfaction surged through me that had nothing to do with physical pleasure and everything to do with giving her what she needed.

Her legs tightened around me, urging me deeper, and I complied, gradually increasing both pace and depth until the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure. Gasps, moans, the rhythmic creak of the bed, and Anica shrieking my name along with more profanities than I’d ever heard her use.

“God, Callan, Fuck. Right there,” she gasped as I shifted, finding an angle that had her inner muscles clenching around me. “Fuck! Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I assured her, kissing her hand as she clawed at my arm. I slid a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. “Come for me.”

Her second climax was even more powerful than the first, her entire body tensing as she cried out.

The feeling of her pulsing around me, combined with the expression of pure pleasure on her face, pushed me over the edge.

My release hit me hard, intense enough that for a moment, everything else disappeared; the room, the bed, even my own name.

There was only Anica, and the incredible sensations coursing through my body.

As I came back to myself, I was careful not to collapse on top of her, instead rolling to the side and gathering her against me. We lay in silence for a few minutes, both catching our breath, bodies still humming with pleasure.

“Wow. I’ve never…It’s never been that…” she began, then trailed off.

“Incredible? Mind-blowing? Perfect?” I suggested, unable to keep the smugness from my voice.

She pinched my side. “I was going to say ‘good,’ but your suggestions work too.”

“Good?” I repeated, feigning offense. “I just rocked your world, Marcel. I saw your toes curl. Multiple times.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she replied, but her satisfied smile gave her away. “Though I suppose it was... adequate.”

“Adequate, she says,” I muttered, pulling her closer. “After making sounds that probably got us on a noise complaint watchlist.”

She laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Fine. It was amazing. Your ego doesn’t need the boost, but yes, it was... memorable.”

“I’ll take ‘memorable,’” I conceded, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “Though I plan to upgrade that review to ‘life-changing’ and ‘best she’s ever had’ with a repeat performance later.”

“Confident, aren’t you?”

“Just goal-oriented,” I corrected, my hands beginning to wander again, exploring the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. “And I always exceed expectations.” I grinned, grabbing her by the back of the neck and into a kiss. “How do you feel? Sore?” I murmured against her lips.

“Probably will be tomorrow.”

“Want to be extra sore?”

Anica trailed a finger down my chest. “What were you thinking?”

“Well, I’m going to go throw this condom away and when I come back, you better be on your hands and knees.”

“Oh? And if I’m not?” She ground against the side of my leg.

“Well,” I tapped my chin and made a puzzled expression, “I do have handcuffs I stole off a cop as a teenager. That, and some very nice leather belts.”