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Then what is the fucking problem?

I’m so keyed up right now that I’m almost willing to beg for it, but I won’t. He’s trying to keep from falling into something he can’t fully commit to, but the least he could do is get a girl off. I’m not asking for marriage here. There are a lot of things in between.

“Vinny.” My voice is ragged, even to my own ears. “I haven’t had sex in a very, very long time.”

That fiery, possessive look creeps back into his eyes. Okay. I’m dripping wet and I need to get off of this bench. I stand up and smooth the lines of my nightgown.

He licks his lips, hungrily taking me in. His fingers skim the lace around my thighs, and he slides it up to my hips. He hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me against him. The hard planes of his chest tease my nipples, and I dig my fingers into his skin.

“I can’t leave you like this,” he growls in my ear. “I can’t leave you all hot and bothered.”

I’m about to make a joke about his gentlemanly habits when he scoops me up and carries me into the kitchen. He sets me on the edge of the counter.

I admire his broad shoulders and muscular chest, finally able to run my fingers over the hair covering his pecs. I explore him as long as he’ll let me, tracing every masculine inch of his chest. His eyes are closed, and I suddenly wonder if he’ll regret this in the morning. This must be out of the ordinary for him, and as much as I want him, I don’t want to add to his pain.

I place my hands on his shoulders.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask. “I’m sure. But if you don’t want.” He kisses my neck before I can finish the question, his beard scratching my sensitive skin.

“I’m sure.”

He drags his calloused palms over my silk-covered breasts, pressing against my nipples. He pulls my panties off slowly and pushes my knees apart with a jerk.

It’s so fucking hot. I could almost come from the intensity of his gaze alone. From how much he wants me.

“God, you’re perfect,” he says, stepping between my legs and teasing my nipples with his fingertips. He gives them a slight pinch, and I buck against him.

Now I’m ready to beg.

“Vinny. Please. If you don’t do something, I’m going to die.”

He smirks, pinches my nipples again, and then returns to my parted thighs. He watches my face as he pushes one of those rough, delicious fingers into me agonizingly slowly.

“Ah, god,” I groan. “More, please.”

My eyes are closed, my head thrown back. I want this so badly. I need it.

“You’re so hot,” he murmurs into my ear as he slowly slides in a second finger. I whine, and he gently caresses my clit with the ball of his thumb. “God, so tight and wet.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my nipple though the silk and I let out a strangled cry.

He strokes the taut peak with his tongue while his fingers softly explore my pussy.

It’s all slow, languorous teasing and I’m going to lose my mind.

He slides up to my ear again. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, now.”

He kisses a trail down my neck, stopping to bite where it meets my shoulder as he plunges his fingers deep into me. I jerk against him with a moan, and he moves back to my nipples. He starts sucking one roughly, his free hand pinching, pulling, and rolling the other. I make an absolutely obscene noise, and he speeds up the thrusting of his fingers, twisting his thumb on my slippery clit as he does. He’s slamming into me at an incredible pace, hard, how I like it, and I’m bucking against his hands, his mouth.

“Vinny,” I cry. “Please.” I tilt my hips, allowing him to reach even deeper inside me, and he groans. He moves a hand from my nipple to pull my hips even closer, keeping them in place so I can’t back away from the building pressure.

It’s so intense it’s almost painful, but it’s so, so good. I’m vibrating around his fingers, and he tightens his grip on my hips.

He bites my nipple gently and then presses his mouth against mine. We kiss passionately to keep me from screaming out my orgasm, as it crashes hard and fast, like that 20-foot wave. I’m whimpering against his mouth as he draws me through it, my pussy clenching his fingers.

Once it passes, he eases his fingers out. I gasp, and my pussy throbs at the loss.

“God, your cock would feel so good in me right now,” I moan.

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