Page 127 of Bottles & Blades

His eyes come to mine.

“I’m sure,” I say again.

“Smart,” he murmurs, coming over the top of me. “Sweet.” Sliding between my legs. “Kind.” Notching himself at my entrance. “Funny.” Pushing in, oh so gently. “Beautiful,” he finishes on a slow, even stroke that sends him bottoming out inside of me.

“Jean-Mi,” I moan, shifting against the intrusion of him, the size of him, the heat and hardness of him.

I’ve made friends with my vibrator.

I’ve come with it inside me.

But it never felt likethis.

So full. So complete. So much more than anything I’ve ever experienced.

And then he starts moving—slow and careful at first, and then when he finds an angle that has me gasping, arching against him, he moves faster, more deliberately.

“Oh, God,” I moan, legs tightening around him.

“Yeah, baby,” he groans, “rock against me. Find what feels good.”

It’s an order.

But one I love, one that feels incredible as I meet his thrusts, as I experiment with what feels good, as?—

“Oh!”I gasp.

“Good, baby,” he grits out, sweat beading on his forehead. “Keep going.”

“Are you?—”

“Don’tstop,” he growls. “I want to you to come again, baby. I want your pretty little pussy to squeeze my cock hard. I want to feel you come apart on my dick. I want?—”

It’s there.

Rightthere.

But just barely out of reach.

“I can’t.” I grind against him, head thrashing on the pillow, words desperate. “I don’t know?—”

He pumps harder, faster, and he does it reaching between us, finding my clit, rubbing it hard.

Oh.That’swhat I need.

I moan, arching against him, seeking out the purchase of his fingers, the strength of his body, the hardness of his cock.

And then…

It happens.

My pleasure winds tight that final inch.

And then explodes outward, burning through me with such intensity it seems as though I might not survive the glorious pleasure of it.

But I do.

And then I get to see something even better.

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