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I nod again.

“Say it for me. Tell me you want this and you trust me to make you feel good.”

“I want this. I trust you to make me feel good.” The words come out on a whisper, but I get them out, feeling my cheeks burn all the while.

“Good girl,” he praises me. Then he lines up his cock with my pussy, just grinding against it at first.

Even that feels amazing. When he kisses me again, I’m moaning into it, breathing hard already. My legs spread wider, and my hips arch up, silently begging for him.

I’d be embarrassed about it—maybe—if I wasn’t so distracted by the force of how much I want him.

Lennox starts to press inside me, and for a second I forget to breathe. Because holy shit, it’s a lot. He breaches me with just the tip of his cock, and I’m already panting, on the edge just from feeling my body stretching to accommodate his cock.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Just let me in, baby.”

I moan his name, head falling back against the pillows. My eyes fall closed, and I let out little whimpers as he keeps working himself into me.

“You can take it,” he says, lips hovering inches from mine. “You can take all of me, can’t you?”

I nod, even though I have no fucking clue if that’s true or not. I’m going to try at least. The thought of being filled up with his cock is all that’s on my mind right now, playing on a loop in my head.

I want it. I want him. I want to feel all of him and know that he wants this too.

“Please,” I whimper, rolling my hips experimentally.

And yeah, that feels fuckingamazing. Even just this deep, his cock sends spasms of sensation through me, and my head is already spinning.

“We’re getting there,” Lennox promises, leaning down to kiss me again.

It feels like it takes a small eternity, but it’s a damned good one. His cock keeps pressing in, bit by bit, and then he brings his hand down to join in, rubbing my clit to get me even more worked up.

It really is a testament to how large his cock is because I am soaking wet, so slick that it should be making it even easier for him to push inside me.

As he seats himself deeper and deeper, my body hums with the pleasure of it. It’s like I can feel every single inch of him, every ridge and vein in his cock, and it just makes me want him even more.

“Please,” I gasp out. “Oh fuck, please, Lennox. I want you, oh my god.”

“Gonna give you all of me,” he promises. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good.”

I moan wordlessly, toes curling against the mattress.

Lennox thrusts all the way in, and I nearly cry out from the feeling of it. He’s all the way inside me, buried so deep it’s like I can feel him everywhere. When I breathe in, the length and size of him is so apparent that it rocks me to my core, sparking a flood of pleasure that has me coming undone again before he’s even moved yet. There’s pain in it, but that just makes the pleasure even more intense. It feels like my whole world is tilting on its axis, my body clenching around him like it wants to hold on to this feeling for dear life.

It feels so good. It feels like freedom and flying and drowning all at the same time. It feels like nothing is ever going to be the same.

15

VIOLET

I wake up with a start,the edge of the dream still floating around me. It takes a second for my head to clear enough to realize that I’m actually awake now, and not still back in the memory of my night with Lennox.

My body hums with arousal, the same way it did in the dream, and I let out a soft moan, just to vocalize the feeling. My nipples are peaked, and it’s like there’s a separate pulse between my legs, keeping time with my racing heart from how turned on I am right now.

I haven’t thought of that night so vividly in a while, but it makes sense that it would be on my mind, with Lennox so close these days. I tried to stop thinking about it after it seemed like Lennox either didn’t remember or wanted to pretend like it never happened. That seemed like the safer way to go about it.

He left a few days afterward, shipping out again, and we never spoke of it. A few years later, I ended up dating Andrew, and it seemed like bad manners to talk about it when I was with Lennox’s brother.

But to this day it remains the hottest night of my life. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me, the way he made me feel… it was like he knew my body so well. Like it had beendesigned for him, and he could pluck reactions out of me like it was nothing.