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Like it’s a foreign concept.

“Yeah.”

“I want you to touch me.”

I kiss her, play with her tits. “And I wanna watch you touch your pussy.”

She whimpers—those first couple inches are all she’s taken, and it hurts, aches, fucking torture like no other, needing so goddamn bad to thrust into her and take her until I come. I don’t. I hold perfectly still and I kiss her the way she craves, and I tweak her nipples and play with her tits.

She steals a hand tentatively between her thighs, and I feel her fingers between us—feel the moment she makes contact: she jolts, gasps, and gushes around me. I slide a little deeper, and she whimpers her throat.

“Rev…ohhhhhRev.”

“That’s it, Myka. Make it feel good. Make that pussy clench around me. Come for me, Myka.” I growl the words in her ear, fisting her hair and cupping her ass, squeezing the meat of one side, then the other, wishing she was ready for a finger back there, knowing she’s nowhere near that.

My words alone make her pulse, and I feel her touch speed. Grow confident.

“That’s it. You know how you like it.”

I kiss her again, and now she’s gasping, panting, lips shaking against mine. “Rev, Rev, I’m—oh, I’m close. I’m close.”

“Give it to me,” I hiss. “Give me that sweet pussy, Myka.”

She spasms around me, and her slit is wet, soaked, slippery, pulsing. She’s ready.

“Gonna take you,” I growl. “You ready?”

She rests her forehead on me. “Yeah?” It’s not firm. Shaky, tremulous, thick. She’s coming, still, barely able to speak.

I clasp her to me, head and ass, tilt my hips and feel her take me, all of me, her pussy clenching around me as my cock slides deep. To the hilt, she takes me.

She gasps, breathless, cracked. “Rev…” Her hips roll. “Oh mygod, Rev.”

I can’t speak. Purer than words can contain, being inside her.

I groan against her neck, and I can’t help a nip, a little bite of the tender flesh there, and she jolts, gasps—and then she bites me, same place, a sharp little nip.

I need to move. HAVE to.

I surge in, feeling her tight as a vise around me, clamped hard and pulsing, slick and wet and hot. In, and in, and in, each thrust slow, and as gentle as I can manage.

And then she goes and ups the ante on me. Takes me from heaven to somewhere beyond it.

Lies flat on me, cradles my face in those delicate hands, and kisses the ever-loving fuck out of me—and starts meeting my thrusts with downward surges of her own.

Each time I thrust into her, she gasps in wonder. Each time I pull back, she whimpers as if mourning the loss. I take her mouth and I fuck her, soft and slow and sweet.

She shakes above me. Gasps. “Rev?” Almost scared. “Rev….I’m—oh god, oh god, oh godohgod, I’m gonna come again.”

“Yeah you are. I feel it.”

She bites my lower lip, a little too hard, so I taste blood. “I can’t—I can’t take another one, Rev.”

“Yeah you can.”

“I can’t.”

“You’re going to anyway.” I hold her head close to mine. “I’ve got you, Myka. I’vegotyou.”