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She didn't have to tell me. I can feel her. It's like I already know her body even though this is the first time I'm having her.

She cries out, her whole body tightening under my mouth.

I keep going, pushing her higher, faster, until she shatters with a soft scream, her thighs clamping around my head.

I do not let up until I feel the last wave of her orgasm ripple through her.

Only then do I lift my head, my mouth wet with her, my chest heaving like I just ran a marathon.

I can't help but smile when look up at her.

She is wrecked.

Hair tangled across the pillows, cheeks flushed deep pink, chest rising and falling in rapid little gasps.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

And she is mine. At least for right now.

The need inside me roars to life.

I crawl up the bed, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of her body as I move.

Her eyes flutter open and she reaches for me, cupping my face between her small, trembling hands.

"Go slow," she whispers, her voice raw and vulnerable. "It has been years."

The weight of her words knocks the air right out of my lungs.

Years.

She has trusted no one. Given herself to no one.

And she is choosing me.

I nod, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

"I will take care of you, Mel. I promise."

I grip myself, stroking once, twice, trying to calm the raging pulse pounding through my body.

It's useless.

I want her too badly.I need her like I need my next breath.

I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her.

With slow, careful pressure, I start to slide into her.

Her body grips me immediately, tight and hot and perfect.

I grit my teeth and hold still, giving her time to adjust.

"Jesus Christ," I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. "You feel so good, baby."

She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my back.

I move, just a little, rocking my hips forward an inch at a time.

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