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How will I ever leave this place with just that little taste?

I tear open the condom and roll it on while she settles back onto the bed. She’s on her back, and I wonder how many guys she’s been with. It’s not a fair question to ask, and it’s not like I want to give her my total, but I get the strong inclination she’s never been with somebody who knows what he’s doing.

And I know what I’m doing. I enjoy doing it.

I’ve learned a thing or two over the years, and I want to show her all the ways I can make her come.

One night won’t be enough.

And furthermore, how do I leave this place with a girl like her, one who’s so eager to please, who can take my cock all the way down her throat the way she did?

I don’t want morning to come.

I don’t want our time to end.

It’s why I pulled out of her mouth. She was sucking me so good, I was going to lose it. I couldn’t lose it in her mouth when I haven’t had the chance to fuck her yet.

This isn’t me, this dirty talking guy. I’ve never once asked a woman if she liked how my cock tasted, but I wanted to know. And when she nodded her head while my cock was still in her mouth, well…it was nearly enough to end our night too early.

And so I’ll tease her.

I’ll tease myself, too.

I’ll drive us both to the edge of explosion before I pull it back and slow it down.

I climb over her and hover for a beat, and I drop my lips to hers. It’s a way to prolong the night, to kiss her as I try to get my cock back under control, but I can’t.

And so I fist myself and slide my dick through her slit, stopping to pump myself over her clit for a beat before I slide it in.

Her body clamps onto me, tight and hot and wet as we both moan at how good it feels to be connected this way. I slide out and push in again, and her eyes lift to mine. Hers are filled with wonder and need as everything about this feels so right.

I drive into her again, slowly, luxuriously, as if we have all the time in the world when the truth is that we don’t. We might only have tonight…and that’s why we both have to take advantage of the time we have together.

She wraps her arms and legs around me as I pump into her, and I hold onto her, buried inside her as I flip us so she’s on top of me. I perch on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, and she buries her face in my neck as she settles into her new position. I lift her ass and pump into her from beneath her, her body still clinging to mine and wrapped around me like a vine. I bury my face in her hair, and it smells like warm vanilla. It’s not overpowering, but it’s deeply sensual and gives me an odd sense of comfort.

I wrap my arms around her, too, holding her close to me, and she lifts her face from my neck. I gaze into her eyes, and I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a more intimate moment during the act of sex before.

It’s like some ethereal connection bonds us, something totally out of our control. I could easily see myself becoming addicted to her, and I’m afraid I’m already halfway there.

It’s intense, these feelings.

Strong.

Powerful.

But she’s twenty-one. We’re in different places in our lives, and I’m not sure how they can intersect beyond tonight. But I have to try. This feels like the type of thing that only happens once in a lifetime, and I’m not stupid enough to let that go without a fight.

I lift her ass and slam her back down over me as her tits brush against my chest, and I feel my balls tighten as the need to come pulses through me.

I lift her off me and set her on the bed.

“Why’d you stop?” she pants.

“I’m not ready for it to end.”

Her brows dip. “Why’s it going to end?”

“Because you feel so damn good that I’m going to blow my load way too soon, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Her eyes glaze over with lust at my words, and I stand, pulling her legs up so they’re resting on my shoulders. I slide my cock back inside her, and it oddly feels like I’m home, like this woman’s body was made for mine, like we’re two souls put on this planet to find one another.

I drive into her like this, my eyes down on her tits as they sway with every thrust I make into her.

“Oh my God, Cooper,” she gasps. “Right there! Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Her words are paired with shrieks as she starts to come, her pussy contracting over my cock. The vicelike grip she has on me is too much, and as much as I wanted to make this last longer…I can’t.

I start to come, some ferocious growl ripping from my chest as I do, some sound I’ve never heard myself make before to match the symphony of her gorgeous shrieks. I usually close my eyes when I come, but I find I can’t take my eyes off her gorgeous face as it twists with pleasure while she works through her own climax.

Her release wanes first as my cock continues to pulse and twitch inside her, and when it finally comes to an end, I lay down over her. I don’t slip out of her, not yet, because I’m not ready to break the physical connection we just shared.

But it’s so much more than physical.

How can I have an emotional connection with somebody I don’t even know?

I don’t have the answer to that, but I already know one hit won’t be enough.