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Luke groans. “Mia—”

“Do you have a condom?” I never even thought to bring one. I never thought things would turn out like this.

“No, Mia. You don’t have to—”

I take his face in my hands, looking into his eyes and trying to make him see. “I want to.”

Luke’s eyes press closed and I can just about feel the torment I see in his expression. I lift my chin and kiss him softly until his eyes open again and he’s looking at me. “Please.”

A shudder runs through him.

He cups the back of my head and brings me into a fierce kiss that slicks our tongues together. Sparks of energy fly through me.

“Please,” I gasp again, when our lips break apart.

Luke groans. “I can’t fucking resist if you’re gonna ask me like that.”

Reaching behind, he pulls a condom from his pocket and holds it between us. “You sure?”

Instead of answering, I take it from him and break open the wrapper. Luke fumbles with his belt and seeing how his hands are shaking makes me smile. I never would have imagined he’d be feeling anything like what I’m feeling now, but my body is thrumming with arousal and I can’t get the thing on him properly.

With a gentle smile, he takes the condom from me and slides it over his cock. I stare for a moment at the shape of him. Thick. Slightly curved. Larger than Oliver, but perfectly proportioned. In fact, I have a silly thought as I stand and slip off my panties. Luke’s cock looks just the way a man should look. Exactly the way I would draw one if someone asked me to.

It’s all I can do not to laugh at my own idle thought as I lie back in the sand and Luke crawls between my thighs. We haven’t even taken off our clothes, but the feeling of his weight on top of me is more right than I have words for and his tender kiss makes me feel safe and treasured.

“You sure you want this. Here? Now?” Luke looks down at me with such sincerity. He’d stop now if I told him to. Even though I can feel his cock pulse where it rests against my sensitive folds. “You’re the kinda girl who deserves roses and clean sheets and—”

I hold my hand over his mouth. “Luke, I want this. Here. Now. With you.”

That’s it.

Whatever it was I said that did it, Luke pushes forward with a groan.

I part around his invasion and though I’m expecting it to hurt a little, all I feel is hunger. Longing for him to go deeper, I spread my legs wider. Fill me all the way.

A tendon stands out in his neck and little beads of sweat form on his forehead as he nudges slowly inside. When he bottoms out, he pauses, looking down at me. “Christ, you’re tight, Mia.”

I’m worried for a moment. Then he goes on. “It feels so good.”

I don’t know what to say in return. I’d like to tell him how good he feels inside me, but I’m too shy. Instead, I kiss him and hope that’s enough.

It seems to be.

With tiny thrusts, Luke moves inside me, and it’s like that first moment all over again. I don’t know what I was expecting really, but this is far, far better than anything I could have imagined. Pleasure builds. It’s not the same as when his mouth was on me. It’s bigger, deeper, more subtle, until all of a sudden it hits me. He changes the angle slightly. Leans back or goes deeper. I’m not sure.

My pussy squeezes.

Luke groans.

Then he pulls back and pumps his hips in a fast, steady rhythm. I let out a long, low noise, a sound I never pictured myself making. Only, it feels so good, I can’t hold back. My moans drive him on. He moves even faster until he’s thrusting inside me, over and over, and drawing yet more bliss from my body.

“Does it feel good, Mia? Let me hear you. I need to know I’m making you feel good.”

Gasping, I nod my head. He takes my hand and guides it between our bodies. “Touch yourself here. And don’t you stop until you’re cumming around my cock. ’Cause I won’t stop until you do.”

My questing fingers slip between us through slick pussy lips to my swelling bud, so stretched and tight, and so, so sensitive. My mouth flies open as I find just the right spot.

I love how his taut belly feels against the back of my hand, pressing us together.

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