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I was.

Never one to shy away from sex, I still couldn’t get over how different it was with this man. The tension was always there, like an impending storm on the horizon. I never knew if it would be fast and overwhelming or a soft gentle rain.

Today was fast.

Like a wave it came for me and dragged me under. I rode the current and cried out his name on the wind.

“Please, Locke.”

“This is enough,” he said on a pained voice.

“No, it’s not.” I reached up to grip the back of his neck. “Inside me.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurts more not to know.”

He slid out of me and the absence made me moan. His fingers weren’t enough, but they were something to fill the ache.

He lifted me and fumbled with his shorts.

“I’m not ready to do this. The condoms are below deck.”

“I’m protected.”

He held me even tighter. “Are you sure?”

“So sure.” I dug my nails into his forearm banded across my middle, my back arching as the emptiness threatened to roll over me and flatten me.

We both fumbled to get him where he needed to be. It wasn’t ideal, but we were both too far gone to care. And when the hot, thick head of him finally slipped inside of me I groaned. His arms shook as he lowered me down on him.

The angle was a buffer to what I really wanted.

Complete invasion.

But it was more than enough when he finally set me fully on his cock. His hips moved under me as we slowly acclimated to one another. Finding a steady rhythm that left me in a dreamy haze.

His teeth bit into my shoulder and his fingers dug into my hips as the tempo slowly went from light pulses of fullness to thrusts that ratcheted up the sensations inside of me. He fit me like I was made for him. His shaft stretching me beyond anything I’d felt before.

I arched for him, pushing harder down on him.

The need breaking out of the filmy lust to something wilder.

He drove into me, his arm banding around my middle to take the pressure off my leg. I wanted to widen myself even farther, but my muscles protested.

He seemed to know, and his other hand moved from my hip to my pussy, the slickness making us both groan. Then his fingers found my clit and the friction I needed added to the fullness and every muscle locked as I cried out.

“Fuck.” His voice was dark and guttural blowing me past the precipice.

And still he drove into me, riding his own demons right into me.

Until I was the shaking around him and he held me tight against him, filling me in every way.

His breath labored behind me as he pressed his forehead to my shoulder, still jerking against me as he came.

I looked down at his hand over my center and as he slipped out of me, he held onto the mess we’d made. My breath slowing as he lightly strummed over my swollen pussy.

“One more.”