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I start slowly. If I do anything else, I’ll spill in seconds.

Rocking my hips, I nudge in and out of her, grinding in close, focused on her face. Mia looks up at me with a smile that says I’ve still got a lot of work to do. She’s nowhere near where I want her—out of her mind with pleasure.

“Feel good, baby?”

She nods. “So good.”

“How do I make it better?”

A little furrow grows between her brows. “Luke, it’s good! Trust me, it’s good.”

Not good enough. She’s still speaking in coherent sentences.

Leaning back, I change the angle. She gasps. Her belly tightens and her eyelids flutter closed.

Better.

Sliding a hand between us, I press her clit with my thumb, and I know I’ve found just the right spot when she clenches around me.

Her eyes fly open again and she grabs my arms, nails digging into my skin. “Oh, God! Luke! Keep doing that.”

Too fucking right I will.

A little faster now, I keep my rhythm, trying not to focus on the sweet grip of her pussy or the way her small breasts shake as I bump against her with each thrust. She’s pure perfection, my Mia. Utterly and totally the girl of my dreams. So despite my best intentions, I thrust harder and faster, lost in the feeling of her.

She urges me on with little moans and cries. I surf the wave of her pleasure until finally it crests. Her body clenches. Her nails dig deeper. Then she opens her mouth, sucks in a breath, and I’m almost dragged under as her orgasm hits.

I slow, still thrusting into her, rubbing her clit to see it through to the very end. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Give it to me.”

EIGHTEEN

Luke doesn’t let up after I cum. This is so different from the first time we had sex. I can still remember how much he held back that night on the dark sand with the stars above us. It was like he half expected me to fly away, or break under his touch.

That’s the difference between the teenager and the man, I guess. Because Luke the man knows just how to work my body. He knows just how to touch me and kiss me, and fill me, so it feels like there’s not a place we aren’t connected.

When I come, he slows his pace briefly, until my pussy stops clenching so tight. Then he just starts right up again, building and building, until I’m shaking and trembling, and diving right into another orgasm slower and bigger than the last. It’s difficult to tell exactly when it begins, but it feels like it goes on for thrust after thrust as I lie back and gaze up at his handsome face. The muscles in his neck are tight. Veins stand out on his arms and neck. He’s fucking me hard, but he’s still holding back for me.

“Your turn,” I gasp, as soon as I have breath for it. “Come on, Luke. Your turn. I want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, bending forward and pressing his forehead against mine. “I can’t help it. Not when you talk to me like that.”

I run my hands over his muscular back, all the way down to his taut ass. Then I squeeze. “Don’t hold back, Luke. You held back too long already. Give it to me.”

His rhythm breaks. He shudders and curses. His hips jerk once, twice, a final time. We’re connected so intimately I feel him pulse inside me as he cums. I look up to watch him and find his gaze locked on mine, the most intense expression on his face. He’s so handsome like this. It makes me want to capture it. Sketch it. Except, I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone. I know instinctively, this is just for me.

I slide my hand up the back of his neck mirroring the way he holds me close. He’s a little sweaty—so am I—but the salt of it in his kiss only makes the moment more perfect.

Luke leans his forehead against mine for a long moment, breathing heavily. Then he pulls out and helps me up from the table.

“You want me to get you a towel?” I ask, as he removes the condom and makes quick tie in it. I’m a little giggly. I might need the towel! I’m noticeably damp between my thighs. We just fucked like bunnies on the dining room table. Not something I ever thought I’d do.

Luke shakes his head and scoops me up in his arms. “Nope. Not yet. I’m taking you to the sofa, and you’re going to wait right there while I clean up all this.” He jerks his head at the dirty dishes. “Then I’m probably gonna have to have you again.”

I giggle again, but his expression is dead serious. “Luke! We only just stopped.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He navigates around the chairs and into the lounge room. “I’ve got ten years of waiting to make up for.”

He deposits me on the sofa, good as his word, then heads back into the dining room, giving me a great view of his taut, naked ass as he goes.

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